Wang Zhihuan(688-742)

Climbing the Stork Tower  Passing the Frontier 

Climbing the Stork Tower

The white sun sinks

  behind the hills.

The Yellow River rushes

  forward to the sea.

To get a view

  of three hundred miles,

Go up the tower

  one more storey of height.

Passing the Frontier

The Yellow River flows

  all the way to the white clouds.

A lone town lies beneath mountains

  of many thousands feet high.

Why must you blow the sad

  'Willow' tune with a tartar pipe?

Spring wind will not reach

  the Jade-Gate Pass.

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