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?