My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
4. first frost Lu Hua's clothes were wet with tears, and she was bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -"Thinking of Mother" Yu Gong
5. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -"Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian