怒发冲冠,凭阑处、潇潇雨歇。
抬望眼,仰天长啸,壮怀激烈。
三十功名尘与土,八千里路云和月。
莫等闲白了少年头,空悲切...
Leaning against the railing,
Watching the rushing rain easing,
My heart is raging.
Tossing my head towards the heaven,
Letting out an anguished wailing,
My blood is boiling.
Thirty years of exploit,
To me, just a pile of dust;
Eight thousand miles of expedition,
I lived rough under clouds and moonlight
With all these, I have no regrets,
For I didn't waste my youth
By doing something meaningless...
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