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Xiao Qin Wang · Breaking the Line
A zhang of frost on the blade stirs up the black cloud; feeling the cold, the scented tear-tracks touch the crimson lips. The raging horses hurl themselves all-out and crush the wings of the line; at daybreak, for whom is the bell's talk under the eaves to be heard?
Glosses—
Scented tear-tracks: tear-stains carrying traces of fragrant powder;
Wings of the line: the two flanks of an ancient battle formation;
At daybreak: when the sky grows light;
The bell's talk: the sound of the bell hung under the eaves.
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