Here you will find the Poem Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night of poet Du Fu
Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads - At the frontier it's autumn; a wild-goose cries. This is a night in which dew becomes frost; The moon is bright like it used to be at home. I have brothers, but they're scattered; My home's broken up; are they dead or alive? If letters are sent, they never arrive; This war that separates us seems unending.
