扑面征尘去路遥，
香篝渐觉水沉销。 山无重数周遭碧， 花不知名分外娇。 人历历， 马啸啸， 旌旗又过小红桥。 愁边剩有相思句， 摇断吟鞭碧玉梢。 Partridge in the Sky On the Way to Dongyang Xin Qiji Facing the dust, I have to go a long, long way; I feel the incense in the censer burned away. Countless green hills around me undulate; Nameless flowers all the more fascinate Men go their way And horses neigh. Flags pass the small red bridge again. Searching nostalgic lines with might and main. I flip my singing whip till it breaks off its tips. |
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