Don du fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! ,
At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. ,
However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Sing my songs loudly, drink my wine,
In the green spring, I began to go home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain,
Come from the south, then go north-to my own town! .