辛弃疾 《破阵子》

醉里挑灯看剑，
梦回吹角连营。
八百里分麾下炙，
五十弦翻塞外声，
沙场秋点兵。

马作的卢飞快，
弓如霹雳弦惊。
了却君王天下事，
赢得生前身后名。
可怜白发生！



Dance of the Cavalry
Xin Qiji

Though drunk, we lit the lamp to see the glaive;
Sober, we heard the horns from tent to tent.
Under the flags, beef grilled
Was eaten by our warriors brave
And martial airs were played by fifty instruments:
‘T was an autumn maneuver in the field.

On gallant steed,
Running full speed,
We’d shoot with twanging bows
Recovering the lost land for the sovereign,
‘Tis everlasting fame that we would win.
But alas! White hair grows!

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