The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song/Yingmu Piao"

People know that men and women are good at birth, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old. ——Wang Jian's "Dan Ge Xing"

I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted. ——Anonymous "Polygonium"

My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

Pull down the curtains to pay homage to my mother, Heliang, and my eyes will dry up with tears as I worry about nothing. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song/Ying Mu Piao"

When I meet, I pity the thin man, and I call him to ask about his hardships. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

A loving mother relies on her door to love her, but a wanderer's journey is difficult. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. ——Anonymous "Polygonium"

When I came, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they were wearing heavy clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"

The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made their clothes wet with tears, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door. ——Yu Gong's "Missing Mother"

My parents thought about it at that time, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

The male and female screamed in the air, but they never returned after their voices were exhausted. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

My grandson is still here, so she goes in and out without finishing her skirt. ——Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li"

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thin and the young becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Mother bids farewell to her son, and son bids farewell to his mother. In the daytime there is no light and the cry is painful. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Son"