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
浑欲不胜簪

Nation shattered,
mountains and rivers stay;
The city is in spring, deep
in trees and weeds.
Lamenting the times,
flowers shed tears;
Regretting the parting,
birds cry in bleak heart.
Three months long
warming-fires burn on
towers;
A letter from home is worth
ten thousand gold.
The white hair thins from
fingering;
There's hardly enough to hold a hairpin.