作者:佚名
Spring View On war -torn land streams flow and mountains stand; In vernal town grass and weeds are o\'ergrown Grieved o\'er the years, flowers make us shed tears; Hating to part, hearing birds breaks our heart The beacon fire has gone higher and higher; Words from household are worth their weight in gold I cannot bear to scratch my grizzling hair; It grows to thin to hold a light hairpin...