A poem in which a mother cares about her children.

Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Selected Works of Yanshi shows Liu Sao.

Bai Juyi

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Wang Anshi

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

Go home at the end of the year

Jiang shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Memories of my father

Song lingyun

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

Think of mother

Gong Yu

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Mother's memory

Niruizhuo

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!