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一七令 风 YIQILING Wind
张宁仁安 词 By Zhang Ning
风。 Wind,
瑟瑟，汹汹。 Rustling and frightening,
吹落叶， Blows off withering leaves,
转飞蓬。 And bitter fleabane.
凋敝花草， It ruins flowers and grass,
震扰枯龙。 Disturbing old pine trees.
横行过野陌， Rushing through wild fields,
呼啸入苍穹。 It roars into the sky.
卷起土尘万里， Rolling up the dust particles,
激扬碧水千重。 It stirs the clear water.
迅猛袭侵来无影， Swiftly from no where it comes ,
悄然离却去无踪。 Slipping away without trace.
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