黃河遠(yuǎn)上白云間,
一片孤城萬(wàn)仞山。
羌笛何須怨楊柳,
春風(fēng)不度玉門關(guān)。
The Yellow River runs to far-off clouds of white,
Where a lone fort snugs in the mountains at sky height.
The Qiang Flute, why do you bemoan the willow song?
Spring breeze ne’er deigns to visit the Pass of Jade-Gate.