What are the poems about missing parents?

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.

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

From: Ode to a Wanderer by Tang Meng Jiao.

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. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

2, the hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad.

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

From: Tang Gaoshi's Night Walk.

I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must be thinking of me thousands of miles away tonight. My temple has turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.

3, the river flows three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

From: Ming Yuankai's Letter from Beijing.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between the lines, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

From: Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Seeing the Mountain with the Lord and Sending Friends to Beijing".

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, cutting people's minds in autumn everywhere. How can we turn this body into Qian Qian and scatter it to every mountain peak to see my hometown?

5, where is the hometown, think about it is leisurely.

Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

Said by: Yan Wen, Don Wei Wu Ying.

My hometown is far away and vague, I don't know where it is, and my thoughts of returning home are endless. In the cold autumn rain south of the Huaihe River, I heard the geese calling from far and near.