黄叶古祠寒雨积,清山荒冢白云多。如何一别朱仙镇,不见将军奏凯歌。
译文:古庙里黄叶堆积,寒雨萧瑟;青山上的荒坟笼罩着白云。为什么自从离开朱仙镇,就再也没听到岳飞将军胜利的消息?
Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back。
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