Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

Anonymous "hey";

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.

Anonymous "hey";

My elders know that I am here, and Xiao Xuan is open to you by the water.

Su Shi's "Send Jia Naimei";

When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road.

Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River;

In the third winter, I temporarily learned from Confucian scholars and practiced from my parents. -Lu You in the Song Dynasty, "Watching Children Playing in the Village".

There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it. You cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of the flesh and blood beside me, I come to see the savage's children. -Song Cao Ye's Northland Leisure.