The country is split but the mountains and rivers still remain, During springtime the city is covered in grass and trees.
Feeling the changing times the flowers shed tears,
The birds grieve at the departures with sorrowful hearts.
The beacon fires burn successively for three months,
A letter from home is more precious than ten thousand gold coins.
Scratching my hoary head the hair becomes sparse,
Even the hairpin cannot hold it together.
春望-中文翻译英文
Translated from Chinese to English by HM68.COM
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