The state may fall, but the hills and streams remain. It is spring in the city: grass and leaves grow thick. The flowers shed tears of grief for the troubled times, and the birds seem startled, as if with the anguish of separation. For three months continuously the beacon-fires have been burning. A letter from home would be worth a fortune. My white hair is getting so scanty from worried scratching that soon there won’t be enough to stick my hatpin in!”
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6. 春望 Chūn wàng
Date: 2021-10-04 01:20 pm (UTC)Chūn wàng
國 破 山 河 在
1. Guó pò shān-hé zài,
城 春 草 木 深
2. Chéng chūn cǎo-mù shēn.
感 時 花 濺 淚
3. Gǎn shí huā jiàn lèi,
恨 別 鳥 驚 心
4. Hèn bié niǎo jīng xīn.
烽 火 連 三 月
5. Fēng-huǒ lián sān yuè,
家 書 抵 萬 金
6. Jiā-shū dǐ wàn jīn.
白 頭 搔 更 短
7. Bái tóu sāo gèng duǎn,
渾 欲 不 勝 簪
8. Hún yù bù-shēng zān.
Read Aloud:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIFLqA10w2o or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va1-4IlolqU
Spring Scene
The state may fall, but the hills and streams remain. It is spring in the city: grass and leaves grow thick. The flowers shed tears of grief for the troubled times, and the birds seem startled, as if with the anguish of separation. For three months continuously the beacon-fires have been burning. A letter from home would be worth a fortune. My white hair is getting so scanty from worried scratching that soon there won’t be enough to stick my hatpin in!”