春望

杜甫

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， 浑欲不胜簪。

A SPRING VIEW

Du Fu

Though a country be sundered¹, hills and rivers endure;

And spring comes green again to trees and grasses

Where petals² have been shed like tears

And lonely birds have sung their grief.

...After the war-fires of three months,

One message from home is worth a ton of gold.

...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin

To hold the hairpins³ any more.