"The snow-capped mountains are darkened by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city overlooks Yumen Pass in the distance. Huang Shaobai wears golden armor in battle, and Loulan will never be returned until he breaks it."
Among the white jade mountains, Gu Xichao was wrapped in a thick fox fur and stood with his hands behind his back. He raised his head slightly, looked at the clear sky, and slowly finished reading this Tang poem.
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