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?
慈母手中線,游子身上衣,
臨行密密縫,意恐遲遲歸,
誰言寸草心,報得三春暉!