I climb up high and look on the four seas, Heaven and earth spreading out so far. Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, The wind blows with the great desert`s cold. The eastward-flowing water is immense, All the ten thousand things billow. The white sun`s passing brightness fades, Floating clouds seem to have no end. Swallows and sparrows nest in the wutong tree, Yuan and luan birds perch among jujube thorns. Now it`s time to head on back again, I flick my sword and sing Taking the Hard Road.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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