Poems of Du Fu
|1.||A Homeless Man's Departure||8/13/2012|
|2.||A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The FengJi Post Station||4/8/2010|
|3.||A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean||4/8/2010|
|4.||A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba||4/8/2010|
|5.||A Woman Of Quality||4/8/2010|
|6.||Advent of Spring||3/11/2003|
|7.||Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River||1/1/2004|
|8.||Ballad Of The Army Carts||4/8/2010|
|9.||Ballad Of The Old Cypress||4/8/2010|
|10.||Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village||4/8/2010|
|11.||Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy||4/8/2010|
|12.||By The Lake||4/8/2010|
|14.||Dreaming Of Li Bai (1)||4/8/2010|
|15.||Dreaming Of Li Bai (2)||4/8/2010|
|16.||From Autumn Thoughts, Poem 1||4/8/2010|
|18.||Gazing at the Sacred Peak||1/1/2004|
|19.||I Stand Alone||4/8/2010|
Advent of Spring
The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
The beacon fires were burning for three months,
A letter from home was worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
I scratch the scant hairs on my white head,
And vainly attempt to secure them with a hairpin.