《游子吟》翻译

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。

　　A Poem By A Leaving Son

　　A thread is in my fond mother's hand moving.

　　For her son to wear the clothes ere leaving.

　　With her whole heart she's sewing and sewing.

　　For fear I'll e'er be roving and roving.

　　Who says the little soul of grass waving.

　　Could for the warmth repay the sun of spring.