春望

國破山河在，城春草木深。

感時(shí)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。

View in Spring

The state broken, its mountains and rivers remain, the city turns spring, deep with plants and trees.

Stirred by the time, flowers, sprinkling tears, hating parting, birds, alarm the heart.

Beacon fires stretch through three months, a letter from family worth ten thousand in silver.

I’ve scratched my white hair even shorter, pretty much to the point where it won’t hold a hatpin.

登高

風(fēng)急天高猿嘯哀，渚清沙白鳥飛回。

無邊落木蕭蕭下，不盡長江滾滾來。

萬里悲秋常作客，百年多病獨(dú)登臺(tái)。

艱難苦恨繁霜鬢，潦倒新停濁酒杯。

Climbing the Heights

The wind blows hard, the heavens, high, gibbons howl in lament, isles clear, sands white, where birds turn in flight.

Endless trees shed their leaves that descend in the whistling wind, unending, the Long River comes on churning.

Grieving for fall across ten thousand leagues, always a traveler, often sick in this century of life I climb the terrace alone.

In hardship I bitterly resent these tangled, frost-white locks, down and out, I recently quit cups of thick ale.

蜀相

丞相祠堂何處尋，錦官城外柏森森。

映階碧草自春色，隔葉黃鸝空好音。

三顧頻煩天下計(jì)，兩朝開濟(jì)老臣心。

出師未捷身先死，長使英雄淚滿襟。

Shu’s Minister

The shrine hall to the Minister, where can it be found?—outside the walls of Brocade City, where the cypress tree stands dense.

Half hiding the stairs, sapphire grasses take on the colors of spring, yellow orioles beyond the leaves give fine notes for naught.

Thrice called on, urged repeatedly: his plans for all the world. for two reigns, founding and sustaining: an old officer’s heart.

Ere “the army sent forth” was victorious, the man himself died, it always makes bold-spirited men fill their clothes with tears.

月夜

今夜鄜州月，閨中只獨(dú)看。

遙憐小兒女，未解憶長安。

香霧云鬟濕，清輝玉臂寒。

何時(shí)倚虛幌，雙照淚痕干。

石壕吏

暮投石壕村，有吏夜捉人。

老翁逾墻走，老婦出門看。

吏呼一何怒，婦啼一何苦。

聽婦前致詞，三男鄴城戍。

一男附書至，二男新戰(zhàn)死。

存者且偷生，死者長已矣。

室中更無人，惟有乳下孫。

有孫母未去，出入無完裙。

老嫗力雖衰，請從吏夜歸。

急應(yīng)河陽役，猶得備晨炊。

夜久語聲絕，如聞泣幽咽。

天明登前途，獨(dú)與老翁別。

The Officer at Stone Moat

At dusk I put up at Stone Moat village,  a clerk was catching people by night.

An old man went over the wall and ran off, his wife came out the gate to watch.

How angrily the clerk shouted, and how bitterly the woman wept!

I listened as the woman pleaded with him:“My three sons were serving at Ye,

from one son a letter just arrived, the other two just died in battle.

The survivor has managed to get by with his life awhile, the dead ones are gone forever.

There is no one else in the house, just a grandson who still is nursing.

With this baby his mother has not left, she goes around with a tattered skirt.

Though as an old woman my strength is failing, please let me go off with you tonight.

For the Heyang conscription to answer the crisis, I can still prepare their morning meals.

As the night drew on, the sound of talking stoppedand I seemed to hear sobbing choked back.

At daybreak I set out on the road ahead and took leave of the old man alone.