Classic Poem

Mother works hard
In the mountains
She sweats for me
All I have to do is study in school
But I can't
Thinking silently about my aged mother
Mother's black hair
Is turning white
I know
I colored her hair white
Her greatest anxiety
Is concealed in her white hair
I understand
Mother's cherished desire
Rests entirely on me
Her health and happiness
Depend entirely on me.