寄诸弟
韦应物
岁暮兵戈乱京国，帛书间道访存亡。
还信忽从天上落，唯知彼此泪千行。
To My Cousins
Wei Ying-wu
Late last year when the capital was being looted
I sent letters by back roads to see if you survived
your answer has suddenly fallen from the sky
all we know of each other are a thousand streams of tears
（Red Pine 译）
