Running Into Snow While Journeying Through the Suburbs
The wind and clouds are storming angrily,
While plain and wilds stretch endlessly away
Flowers of the snow are opening their six petals,
While ice-pearls glisten with a nine-fold fire.
As I push home, I am driving horses of jade,
For a time it seems I am hunting a silver deer.
The serried ranks of clouds move not at all,
On the frozen mountains the fragrant plants are dead.
The Lord of Xue owned a single white fox-fur,
The Marquis of Tang had two horses, Su and Shuang.
As the sun is setting over the ice-hung pass,
Mantled with snow I cross the river bridge.
While plain and wilds stretch endlessly away
Flowers of the snow are opening their six petals,
While ice-pearls glisten with a nine-fold fire.
As I push home, I am driving horses of jade,
For a time it seems I am hunting a silver deer.
The serried ranks of clouds move not at all,
On the frozen mountains the fragrant plants are dead.
The Lord of Xue owned a single white fox-fur,
The Marquis of Tang had two horses, Su and Shuang.
As the sun is setting over the ice-hung pass,
Mantled with snow I cross the river bridge.
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