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。

The poet, Meng Jiao, far away from his home town to pursue a career, sang a tribute to his mother when reminded how she had carefully made clothes for him on the eve of his departure. He compared himself to a tiny grass leaf, wondering: "How could a tiny grass ever repay for the warm sun shine in the Spring?"

 

 

 

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