介绍:
Going Out the Passes: First Series
VII
We galloped on, the sky seemed like snow,
the army marched off into high mountains.
The paths were steep, we clung to cold rock,
fingers fell off into piles of ice.
Already gone far from the moon of Han,
when shall we return from building the Wall?
Drifting clouds journey on southward at dusk;
we can watch them, we cannot go along.
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