樂府
孟郊
游子吟
慈母手中線， 游子身上衣；
臨行密密縫， 意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心， 報(bào)得三春輝？
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Folk-song-styled-verse
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？
孟郊
游子吟
慈母手中線， 游子身上衣；
臨行密密縫， 意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心， 報(bào)得三春輝？
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Folk-song-styled-verse
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？