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?