Green grass blankets the hillsides, emerald willows lean beside the lake. Spring breezes blend with the moonlight, and nothing is lovelier than youth.
Warhorses tremble at the frontier, while enemies on the battlefield shudder with fear. Silver armor, golden spear in hand, who under Heaven can stand in my way?
Peace comes to the four seas, and the victorious army returns with songs. My lord asks where I shall go? My beloved waits beneath the eaves.
When the birds are gone, the bows are put away; when the hunt is over, the hounds are buried in the mountains. When chaos once again engulfs the Great Wall, I shall return to defend my homeland.
Classic Literary Prose
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