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七言古詩 岑參 輪臺歌奉送封大夫出師西征
輪臺城頭夜吹角， 輪臺城北旄頭落。
羽書昨夜過渠黎， 單于已在金山西。
戍樓西望煙塵黑， 漢兵屯在輪臺北。
上將擁旄西出征， 平明吹笛大軍行。
四邊伐鼓雪海湧， 三軍大呼陰山動。
虜塞兵氣連雲屯， 戰場白骨纏草根。
劍河風急雪片闊， 沙口石凍馬蹄脫。
亞相勤王甘苦辛， 誓將報主靜邊塵。
古來青史誰不見？ 今見功名勝古人。
羽書昨夜過渠黎， 單于已在金山西。
戍樓西望煙塵黑， 漢兵屯在輪臺北。
上將擁旄西出征， 平明吹笛大軍行。
四邊伐鼓雪海湧， 三軍大呼陰山動。
虜塞兵氣連雲屯， 戰場白骨纏草根。
劍河風急雪片闊， 沙口石凍馬蹄脫。
亞相勤王甘苦辛， 誓將報主靜邊塵。
古來青史誰不見？ 今見功名勝古人。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Cen Can
A SONG OF WHEEL TOWER IN FAREWELL TO GENERAL
FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION
On Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing,
Though the flag at the northern end hangs limp.
Scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli,
Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted
We can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke
Where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower.
...Our flags now beckon the General farther west -
With bugles in the dawn he rouses his Grand Army;
Drums like a tempest pound on four sides
And the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand;
Clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point
Over fields where grass-roots will tighten around white bones;
In the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind,
Horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders.
...Our General endures every pain, every hardship,
Commanded to settle the dust along the border.
We have read, in the Green Books, tales of old days -
But here we behold a living man, mightier than the dead.
Though the flag at the northern end hangs limp.
Scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli,
Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted
We can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke
Where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower.
...Our flags now beckon the General farther west -
With bugles in the dawn he rouses his Grand Army;
Drums like a tempest pound on four sides
And the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand;
Clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point
Over fields where grass-roots will tighten around white bones;
In the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind,
Horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders.
...Our General endures every pain, every hardship,
Commanded to settle the dust along the border.
We have read, in the Green Books, tales of old days -
But here we behold a living man, mightier than the dead.
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