Rewrite the ancient poem "Spring Hope" into a short narrative.

The capital Chang 'an fell, and the city was destroyed. Although the mountains and rivers are still there, there are grass everywhere and the trees are gray.

Looking at the sad picture in front of me, I couldn't help crying. Feel the sad scene of parting in troubled times, and the flowers shed tears and the birds were surprised.

Since the Anshi Rebellion, communication has become extremely difficult due to the war. Until now, in late spring and March, the war continues. How I look forward to hearing from my relatives at home. At this moment, a letter from home is really worth 12 thousand gold.

Family trust is blocked, people are in trouble, and looking at the decadent scene in front of them is not boring.

Worried, I scratched my head and thought, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and my hair is falling off, so short and few that I can hardly insert it.