| 英譯： |
In the morning we report at the East Gate barracks; In the late after-
noon, we march over the Ho-yang Bridge. The setting sun glows on
our huge banners; The wind whistles and the horses neigh. Te thou-
sand tents are spread on the level sand; We rest with our company
and our squad.
A bright moon hangs in the center of the sky. The orders are strict,
the night quiet. A few notes of the bugle sound; Even the proudest
among us are subdued, sad. "Who is our general?" one asks, "Surely
you know of the most powerful man," answers another.
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