游子吟
孟郊
慈母手中线，游子身上衣；
临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心，报得三春辉？


A TRAVELLER 'S SONG
Meng Jiao

       The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother
   Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;
Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,
Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
But how much love has the inch-long grass
For three spring months of the light of the sun?