Bearers’ Songs for the Former General of the Palace Guard
III
Lamenting, they bear him out Green Gate,
new tomb-path, far off by the Jiang’s waters.
People on the road shed tears like rain,
Heaven’s mood, the howl[1] of gusting winds.
The spirit of his cohorts[2] still is sharp,
the temper of the Xiongnu cannot grow proud.
We have no way to observe his heroic plans,
the large tree rustles[3] in the wind every day.
单词释义
[1] howl [haʊl] v. 长嚎; 嗥叫; (因疼痛、愤怒、开心等) 大声叫喊; 怒号; 呼啸;
[2] cohorts [ˈkəʊhɔːts] n. (有共同特点或举止类同的) 一群人,一批人; 同伙; 支持者;
[3] rustle [ˈrʌsl] v. (使) 发出轻轻的摩擦声,发出沙沙声;