龙脊贴连钱,银蹄白踏烟。<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 无人织锦韂,谁为铸金鞭。 Horse Poems Li He I Noble indeed! Marks on his spine like a string of huge coins. His hoofs silvery white, as though born to trot in the clouds. But where’s the saddle cloth of brocade, the whip of gold? Yet unwoven, yet unwrought. |
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