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奔腾千里荡尘埃，渡水登山紫雾开。
掣断丝缰摇玉辔，火龙飞下九天来。
（1）
Mark ye the steed swift and tireless，see the dust，spurned by his hoofs，rising in clouds；
Now he swims the river，anon climbs the hill，rending the purple mist asunder；
Scornful he breaks the rein，shakes from his head the jewelled bridle；
He is as a fiery dragon descending from the highest heaven.
（C. H. Brewitt-Taylor）
（2）
Tearing，lunging a thousand li，
behind，a duststorm starts；
Breasting rivers，scaling hills，
above，a dark mist parts.
He snaps his reins and shakes
his jeweled gear，
A fiery dragon diving down
from Heaven's upper tier.
（Moss Roberts）
（3）
The fine steed gallops a thousand li a day，kicking off dust as it goes；
It crosses rivers and climbs hills，dispersing the purple mist；
Now he breaks the rein and shakes the jade bridle；
Like a fiery dragon，he descends from the highest heaven.
（虞苏美）