春望 杜甫
國破山河在,城春草木深。
感時花濺淚,恨別鳥驚心。
峰火連三月,家書抵萬金。
白頭搔更短,渾欲不勝簪。
Broken is the country but still exist mountains and rivers,
In the city of spring time, grow the deep woods and grass.
Thinking about current situation, flowers spatter tears,
Hating our parting, birds terrify my heart.
The beacons of the war continue for three months,
A letter from home, ten thousand gold worths.
Scratching my head, my white hair gets shorter,
With a hairpin I almost can not fasten it together.