The Jade Mountain/A Spring View
A SPRING VIEW
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;And spring comes green again to trees and grassesWhere petals have been shed like tearsAnd 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 thinTo hold the hairpins any more.