枬又看到了老汉们争执的是唐乐府孟郊的《 游子吟》中的 “缝”,大笑起来,孟郊不就在这儿吗?何不留住他?问一问?起雾了,雾中飘起一首歌——
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?
A TRAVELER'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?