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本页内容整理自网络（或由匿名网友上传），原作者已无法考证，版权归原作者所有。本站免费发布仅供学习参考，同时感谢原作者为此所作的付出。