Seeing Commander Cai Xilu Off on His Return to Longyou, By this I Write to Secretary Gao Master Cai’s courage is a mad passion, he bends his bow to shoot Hu in the west. A regular would rather die in combat, a bold man is ashamed to be a scholar. His office was gotten by being the vanguard, his talent was needed for provoking battle. His body light, a single bird in passage, his lance[1]-work swift, ten thousand hurrahs[2]. Your cloudlike tent went with the Commander, setting out for the capital city in spring. Your horse’s head wrapped about with gold, your camel’s back, a dazzle of brocade. The road to the Mountains of Snow is but a foot away, you now fly back to a corner of Kokonor. Your superior still is being granted favor, his attack general now gallops ahead for a while. A Han deputy, the Yellow River is far, at Liangzhou the white wheat is withered. Through you I ask word of him, how is he doing, our Ruan Yuanyu? 單詞釋義 [1] lance [lɑ?ns] n. (舊時騎兵的) 長矛; [2] hurrah [h??rɑ?] n. 歡呼聲；激動；混亂;