The whole poem:
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。 'The thread in a loving mother's hand becomes the coat on her wandering son. Before he leaves she sews it tight, afraid he will be slow to return. Who can say a blade of grass repays the sunshine of three spring months?'
孟郊 wrote it at about fifty, when at last he had a post and brought his mother to live with him.
