出塞
王之涣
黄河远上白云间， 一片孤城万仞山。
羌笛何须怨杨柳， 春风不度玉门关。
beyond the border
wang zhihuan
where a yellow river climbs to the white clouds,
near the one city-wall among ten-thousand-foot mountains,
a tartar under the willows is lamenting on his flute
that spring never blows to him through the jade pass