译 游子吟

A son is leaving

The needlework from the dear mom,

Becomes the cloth wearing the son.

“I am afraid you will come back after a long time,

So trying to add one and one stitch to be warmer.”

I can never return enough feedback to mom,

For everything she ever did for me.

Erica 译 17/3/30

游子吟

孟郊

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。