子夜四時歌 秋歌 A Song of an Autumn Midnight

李白 Li Bai

A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
zhǎng ān yī piàn yuè ,
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
wàn hù dǎo yī shēng ;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
qiū fēng chuī bù jǐn ,
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....
zǒng shì yù guān qíng 。
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
hé rì píng hú lǔ ?
And my husband come back from the long campaign!
liáng rén bà yuǎn zhēng 。

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