A poem praising mother.

1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. A Wanderer by Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty.

A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be home. Coming home at the end of the year by Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty.

There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

3, in case of pity, self-seeking. Coming home at the end of the year by Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty.

My mother was distressed to see her son lose weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of the journey.

4. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. Simu from the Song Dynasty

Frost destroyed the reed flowers, tears spilled all over the clothes, and mother's hair was dyed white by frost.

5, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. From Li Bai's Yu Zhang Hang in the Tang Dynasty

My mother's son cried very sadly, and people were worried.

6. Be sober and learn from it. It's from The Record of Painting Studies by Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty.

Mother Zheng Jian never remarried and personally taught Ouyang Xiu to study.