作者：李颀
男儿事长征，少小幽燕客。
赌胜马蹄下，由来轻七尺。
杀人莫敢前，须如猬毛磔。
黄云陇底白云飞，未得报恩不得归。
辽东小妇年十五，惯弹琵琶解歌舞。
今为羌笛出塞声，使我三军泪如雨。
Warriors and Songstress
Li Qi
Young men love to use force
Like swordsmen fond of strife.
They bet to win on horse,
Making light of their life.
They are brave in their fight
Like hedgehog with spikes black.
On the frontier white clouds and yellow clouds in flight,
Before the victory is won, they can't come back.
The Northeastern songstress is only fifteen years old,
Used to play on pipa, dance and sing with refrain.
She plays on flute now songs of the frontier so cold.
How can the warriors not shed copious tears like rain?
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