Spring View (Tu Fu)
The nation is ruined,   but mountains and rivers remain.
This spring the city   is deep in woods and brush.
Touched by the times   even flowers weep tears.
Fearing leaving   the birds tangled hearts
Watch-tower fires   have been burning for three months
To get a note from home   would cost ten thousand gold.
Scratching my   white hair thinner
Seething hopes   all in a trembling hairpin
(Translation: Victor Mair)

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