北海的风,冷冷地刮着,一位头发全白的老人,正手执羊鞭凝视南方。天冷了,你喊着,叫着,大笑着,对着匈奴派来的劝降的人,破口大骂。你也因此继续留在这儿,留在这连鸟兽都稀少的苦寒之地,继续着你的忠贞。19年过去了,那根使节,早已变得光秃秃的,你也由当年的壮汉变为须发全白的老 The winds of the North Sea scrape coldly. An old white-haired man is foreman holding a whip staring into the South. When it was cold, you shouted, shouted, and laughed at those who persecuted the Huns. As a result, you continue to stay here, staying in the bitter cold that scarcely beasts and animals, and continuing your loyalty. 19 years have passed, that envoyer, has long been bald, you are also from that year’s strong man to be made all white old