春望

国破山河在,城春草木深.

感时花溅泪,恨别鸟惊心,

烽火连三月,家书抵万金.

白头搔更短,浑欲不声簪.

杜甫

Advent of Spring


    The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
    In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
    Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
    The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
    The beacon fires were burning for three months,
    A letter from home was worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
    I scratch the scant hairs on my white head,
    And vainly attempt to secure them with a hairpin.


By Du Fu