In the distance beyond the Yellow River and amidst the white clouds, lies a solitary city surrounded by towering mountains. The Qiang flute need not lament the willow tree, as the spring breeze does n
The long clouds of Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out at Yumen Pass. I have fought a hundred battles in the yellow sand and worn my golden armor, and I will never
The Han banners are all over Yinshan Mountain, and they will not send any Hu people back. I wish I could serve my country for the rest of my life, why would I need to go to Yumen Pass?
The bright moon rises over the Tian Shan Mountains, Amidst the vast sea of clouds. The long wind blows for thousands of miles, And passes through the Jade Gate Pass. Down below, the Han Dynasty's whit
The barbarians play flutes between the watch towers, while the moon quietly glows above. May I ask how many songs the Plum Blossoms have sung, with the wind filling the mountains all night long?
Heading east to Chang'an with over ten thousand miles to go, why not spare a line to your old friend? Looking westward from the Jade Pass, my heart is heavy, especially since the new year is approach
There are thousands of peaks in the Yumen Mountain range, north and south. From afar, one can see the fires of the distant garrison, but the horses leave no trace in the deep mountains.
I look at the flowers without words and my tears are pouring down. How many spring breezes complain about parting feelings. I don't know the road outside Yumen Pass. I dreamed of going to the bord
Year after year, the Jin River returns to the Jade Pass, every morning the horse gallops with the sword in hand. Three springs of white snow return to the green tomb, for ten thousand miles the Yell
Tiao Yao Qin Long old family mountain, a million pixiu escorting the procession back. After reading this collection, I considered myself accomplished. The west wind blows and brings dreams of Yumen Pa
Outside Yumenguan, dust and dirt abound. By the White Emperor's City, drinking cups go round. Today, Mount Solitude is especially forlorn. Without He Jing's 'plum', sadness is born.
