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？ Meng Jiao A TRAVELLER'S SONG 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?
