Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
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The capital has been breached, leaving only mountains and rivers. Chang 'an in spring is desolate, with deep vegetation everywhere. When you are sad, you cry at flowers and listen to birds. The war has been going on for a long time, and every letter from home is extremely precious. The white hair is getting thinner and thinner, and even the hair clasp can't be inserted.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.