The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. When she left, she was busy sewing clothes for her son's expedition, fearing that the child would never come back. Who can say that a little filial piety like Hemerocallis can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
This poem is mainly about maternal love. Meng Jiao, the author, is a vagrant, wandering all the year round, with no fixed address. However, every time I think about the separation of mother and son, I feel very painful. This poem describes the ordinary scene of a loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows a son's deep yearning for his mother.