杜甫

国破山河在，城深草木深。

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，浑欲不胜簪。

SPRING VIEW

Translated by Xu Yuanchong

On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand;

In towns unquiet grass and weeds run riot.

Grieved o’er the years, flowers are moved to tears;

Seeing us part, birds cry with broken heart.

The beacon fire has gone higher and higher;

Words from household are worth their weight in gold.

I can not bear to scratch my grizzling hair;

It grows too thin to hold a light hairpin.