Mission to the Frontier

A single cart to the frontier
Beyond Quyan, past conquered states,
Wandering grass, beyond our borders
Wild geese, in alien skies
Vast desert, lone spire of smoke, stands straight
Long river, the falling sun rolls round
At Desolation Pass, met a patrol.
Headquarters camp, on Swallow Mountain
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Wang Wei
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