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To the Tune of Chang Xiang Si
Over mountains, over rivers
We plod to the Shanhai Pass.
A myriad of fires light the night
From our camp on the river bank.
The shrieking snowstorm breaks my dream
Of my peaceful, tranquil home.
长相思
山一程,水一程,身向榆关那畔行。夜深千帐灯。
风一更,雪一更,聒碎乡心梦不成,故园无此声。 |
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