游子吟
It was the thread in the fond mother`s hand,
That fashioned the clothes of the traveling lad.
At the time of parting,the clothes were securely sewn,
For the might not soon return home.
Who says that a blade of grass one inch tall,
Can repay the kindness of the spring sun?
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！