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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