塞下秋來風景異,
衡陽雁去無留意。
四面邊聲連角起。
千嶂里,
長煙落日孤城閉。
濁酒一杯家萬里,
燕然未勒歸無計。
羌管悠悠霜滿地。
人不寐,
將軍白發(fā)征夫淚。
When autumn comes to the frontier, the scene looks drear;
Southbound wild geese won’t stay e’en for a day.
An uproar rises with horns blowing far and near.
Walled in by peaks, smoke rises straight
At sunset over isolate town with closed gate.
I hold a cup of wine, yet home is far away;
The northwest not yet won, I can’t but stay.
At the flutes’ doleful sound over frost-covered ground,
None falls asleep;
The general’s hair turns white and soldiers weep.