临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。
慈爱的母亲用手中的针线，一针一线地缝着游子的衣服。临行前，她仔细地缝补着，唯恐游子归来时衣服破损。谁说像小草一样微不足道的孝心，能够报答得了像春日阳光一样伟大的母爱呢？
A loving mother sews clothes for her departing son,
With each stitch, she mends her heart, torn apart.
Oh, who can say a blade of grass, so small and frail,
Can ever repay the sunshine's warmth, so bright and hale?
It nurtures and sustains us, all our lives through.