九月天山风似刀,城南猎马缩寒毛。<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 将军纵博场场胜,赌得单于貂鼠袍。 Song of General Zhao Cen Shen Over the Tianshan the wind of the ninth month cuts like a sword, South of the city the chill contracts hunting horses’ pores. The honourable general wins all races and bets Till to him the Xiongnu chief’s marten robe is lost. |
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