A Spring View
A Spring View
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals 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 hairpins any more.
– Tu Fu (c. 750)
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