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樂府 孟郊 遊子吟
慈母手中線, 遊子身上衣;
臨行密密縫, 意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心, 報得三春輝?
臨行密密縫, 意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心, 報得三春輝?
Folk-song-styled-verse
Meng Jiao
A TRAVELLER'S SONG
The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother
Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;
Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,
Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
But how much love has the inch-long grass
For three spring months of the light of the sun?
Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;
Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,
Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
But how much love has the inch-long grass
For three spring months of the light of the sun?
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