過華清宮
長安回望繡成堆,
山頂千門次第開。
一騎紅塵妃子笑,
無人知是荔枝來。
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譯文
Viewed from afar, the hills paved with brocades in piles,
The palace doors on hilltops opened one by one.
A steed raising red dust won the fair mistress' smiles.
How many steeds bringing her fruit died on the run!
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