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.
The capital has been breached, leaving only mountains and rivers. Chang 'an in spring is desolate and overgrown with vegetation. Flowers are also sad for the state, but tears can't stop splashing. Birds separated from their relatives are shocking and hate each other. The war has been going on for several months. Letters from home are precious, and a letter is rare enough to be worth tens of thousands of gold. Worried about white hair, the more you scratch it, the thinner it becomes, so little that you can't even insert the hair clasp.