The Ancient Army - Li Qi;
The whitened sun ascends the hill and views the signal fire,
At yellow eve, the drinking horse rests by the rivers' joint.
The travellers' come near the drums in misting desert storm,
A princess plays her Chinese harp with overflowing woe.
The wild warcamps for thousand miles escape the city wall,
And show'ring snow, chaotic flurry, fills the wasted land.
The Tartar geese's mournful echoes wing for every night,
While Tartar children's flooding tears descend from every pair.
From rumours heard that Jaded Pass seems nearly overwhelmed,
All loyal soldiers' life must trail the rushing chariots.
Though every year the bones of war are buried far from town,
Yet all would see barbarous grapes flow into Chinese home.
The whitened sun ascends the hill and views the signal fire,
At yellow eve, the drinking horse rests by the rivers' joint.
The travellers' come near the drums in misting desert storm,
A princess plays her Chinese harp with overflowing woe.
The wild warcamps for thousand miles escape the city wall,
And show'ring snow, chaotic flurry, fills the wasted land.
The Tartar geese's mournful echoes wing for every night,
While Tartar children's flooding tears descend from every pair.
From rumours heard that Jaded Pass seems nearly overwhelmed,
All loyal soldiers' life must trail the rushing chariots.
Though every year the bones of war are buried far from town,
Yet all would see barbarous grapes flow into Chinese home.
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