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，报得三春晖！
A Wanderer’s Song
Meng Jiao
With the thread in her hand， the kind mother
Is making clothes for her son leaving home.
She sews with stitches close to each other
For fear he may about the world long roam.
Who says grass that bathes in the spring sunshine
Can repay it with hearty feelings fine！