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As the trickling springs and fragile ice make the mud floppy,
The plank road built on the sides of cliffs is wet and sloppy.
Pressed by the louring threat of the shortening winter day,
Not shrinking from hardships, I plod on the hard mountain way.
The stony Dragon Gate becomes narrow with snows and clouds,
All around the ancient bourg the piles of ridges and peaks crowd.
In the dusk the banners on the staffs sink in obscure muse;
The winds and waters have made the blades of swords obtuse.
The Tartars' war horses are stationed in Chenggao County,
Far from the place, how can we here defend the enemy?
I can't refrain from sighing over those garrison troops;
When the night falls they weep among the chilly mountain groups!
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