162自京窜至凤翔喜达行在所三首其三

From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to Fengxiang and Delighting to Reach the Temporary Palace III Had I died, who would have brought the news?— having made it, I pity myself for the first time. I can still catch sight of Mount Taibai’s snow I joyously meet the heavens over Wugong. My shadow is stilled among the thousand officials, the heart is healed before the Seven Guard units. This morning the dynastic[1] altars of Han will begin a new count: the Restoration years. 单词释义 [1] dynastic [dɪˈnæstɪk] adj. 朝代的; 王朝的;