Towards the Snow
Author: Du Fu
Many new ghosts cry in war, but only the old man sings in sorrow.
The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
The abandoned ladle has no green color, but the fire in the furnace is red.
The news from several states has been cut off, and I am worried about sitting upright with an empty book.
Translation
Most of the people crying on the battlefield were the newly dead ghosts, and only the old man groaned sadly.
The clouds were low in the dusk, and the falling snow was dancing and swirling in the wind.
The gourd was thrown away, there was no wine in the wine vessel, and a raging fire was lit in the stove, which seemed to make the eyes bright red.
There was no way to learn about the battle situation on the front line or news about his wife and siblings. He sat sadly and wrote in the air with his hands.