《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。

   英译 by 沐岚：          The land is still the land, 

             but my country has gone.

In spring the town becomes empty, 
             only are the grasses  growing wild and long.

Weeping for the time being, 
              the flowers shed  tears for me.

Parting is such an agony,
             the birds feel my pain.

Never have the beacons ceased in months, 
                      a home letter's  worth  ten thousand of gold.

Thiner in scratching my hoary hair goes, 
          a hair-pin can be held no more.