唐诗 HUNTING 观猎

HUNTING
WANG WEI
 
Louder than gusty¹ winds twang horn-backed bows;
Hunting outside the town the general goes.
Keener o'er withered² grass his falcon's eye,
Lighter³ on melted snow his steed trots⁴ by.
No sooner is New Harvest Market passed
Than he comes back to Willowy Camp at last.
He looks back where he shot down vultures bare
Only to find cloud on cloud spread o'er there.
 
观猎
王维
 
风劲角弓鸣，将军猎渭城。
草枯鹰眼疾，雪尽马蹄轻。
忽过新丰市，还归细柳营。
回看射雕处，千里暮云平。