Author: Li Bai

Composer: Shao Siming

Arranger: Greyhound is poor

Alas, the danger is high

such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky

until two rulers of this region pushed their way through in the misty ages

forty-eight thousand years had passed

Not connected with Qin Sai

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while the river, far below, lashes its twisted course

such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane crossed

so pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use

the Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles

each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound

panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star

then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan

we wonder if this westward trail will never have an end

The rock is too steep to climb

But I saw the sad bird's ancient wood

The male flies and the female sings at night in the forest

. With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven

dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs

and a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another

and send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones

with all this danger upon danger

He's a long-distance person. What's the matter with Hu Wei?

though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim

and while one man guards it ten thousand cannot force it

guards or bandits become wolves and jackals

avoid tigers and snakes at night

grind their teeth and kill people like hemp <