列幕平沙夜寂寥,楚云燕月两迢迢。 <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 征人自是无归梦,却枕兜鍪卧听潮。 What I Hear From the Warriors Nalan Xingde The camps over the sandy field are quiet in the night; Clouds of Chu are too far away from the moon of Yan. A dream of reunion is impossible for us warriors; We lie listening to the tidewater, head on helmet.
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