Poetry about missing children

The poem "The Missing Child" reads as follows:

1, for our boys and girls, poor little babies, it's too small to know where the capital is.

2, the charming girl word Pingyang, folded flowers on the peach edge. Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face. My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister. The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them? I feel anxious at the thought of this place. Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan.

3, in case of pity, self-seeking.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home.

5, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day.

6. In the dream, the loving mother in her hometown shed tears and waded over the stone, expecting her return.

7. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult.

8. Kindness leans against the hall door, but no day lilies are seen.

9. The child took the clothes and asked, why don't you come back?

10, sleepless thinking about women, Qi, several anvil pestles.

1 1, we meandered along the blue mountain, and my boat and I followed the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

12, everything is wrong. What do you want to go back to? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!

13, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!

14, in July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven, shaking the fan in the dog days of June makes me chilling.

15, the corner of the building is painted, the wind wakes up and the door is quiet at night. It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall.