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loushan pass

fierce the west wind,
wild geese cry under the frosty morning moon.
under the frosty morning moon
horses' hooves ¹,
^{2 3} low.

idle boast the strong pass is a wall of iron,
with firm strides we are crossing its summit.
we are crossing its summit,
the rolling hills sea-blue,
the dying sun blood-red.

娄山关
一九三五年二月

西风烈，
长空雁叫霜晨月。
霜晨月，
马蹄声碎，
喇叭声咽。

雄关漫道真如铁，
而今迈步从头越。
从头越，
苍山如海，
残阳如血。