A Spring View 春望

國破山河在 城春草木深
感時花濺淚 恨別鳥驚心
烽火連三月 家書抵萬金
白頭搔更短 渾欲不勝簪

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
Where petals have been shed like tears
And lonely birds have sung their grief.
...After the war-fires of three months,
One message from home is worth a ton of gold.
...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
To hold the hairpins any more.

Source:

http://content.bangtech.com/poem/tang/poem_du_fu-spring_view.htm