Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River runs to far-off clouds of white,

Where a lone¹ fort snugs² in the mountains at sky height.

The Qiang Flute³, why do you bemoan⁴ the willow⁵ song?

Spring breeze ne’er deigns⁶ to visit the Pass of Jade-Gate.

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。