Du Fu
Broke off the pedestrian, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?.
expansion: the building rang louder than the drums, and pedestrians were cut off on the road. At the border in autumn, the lonely geese sang sadly. Today is the Millennium. Suddenly I think of my distant brothers, and I miss the moon and feel that the moon in my hometown is more round and bright. Poor brothers, but their own things are far and wide. If there is no home, where can I ask if I am dead or alive? Letters sent at ordinary times are often always unable to arrive, not to mention the flames of war and the rebellion has not yet been quelled.