Going Out the Passes: First Series
II
Farther each day from the gate I left,
I won’t take being bullied[1] by comrades.
Of course my love for kin is unbroken,
but a man can die here at any time.
I gallop[2] my horse, bridles[3] removed,
Twirling[4] blue silk cords in my hand.
Headlong[5] down hills of a thousand yards,
I crouch[6] low and try to snatch up the banner.
单词释义
[1] bully [ˈbʊli] v. 恐吓; 伤害; 胁迫;
[2] gallop [ˈɡæləp] v. (马等) 飞奔,奔驰,疾驰;
[3] bridle [ˈbraɪdl] n. 马勒; 马笼头;
[4] twirl [twɜːl] v. (使) 旋转,转动; 使轻快地转动; 使旋转;
[5] headlong [ˈhedlɒŋ] adv. 头朝前; 轻率地; 莽撞地; 慌慌张张地;
[6] crouch [kraʊtʃ] v. 蹲; 蹲下; 蹲伏;