Meng Jiao's loving mother
The perfect Confucian distillate of respect for one's parents
A Son Leaves Home
Meng Jiao
.
A mother's long thread sews
The traveller's warm clothes,
Stitched tight as he left home,
Who knew how long he'd roam?
The springtime sun gives more warm rays
Than any proud young sprout repays.
孟郊 游子吟
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。