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雁门太守行
李贺（790-816）
黑云压城城欲摧，甲光向日金鳞开。
角声满天秋色里，塞上燕脂凝夜紫。
半卷红旗临易水，霜重鼓寒声不起。
报君黄金台上意，提携玉龙为君死。
Song of Yanmen Magistrate
Dark clouds loom heavy over the city as if crushing it to pieces,
Our armors glitter with golden scales shining in the sun.
Battle horns resounding all over in the autumn tone,
Our warriors' blood freezes into a nocturnal purple.
Red banners fly rolled advancing to the Yi River,
In the dense frost and cold air the drum beats sound dull and low.
To return the Emperor's favor bestowed at the Golden Platform,
Wielding my Yulong sword I will fight to death for His Majesty .
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