"Ancient Farewell" Jiang Yan in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
Those who are far away from you can even go to Yanmen Pass. Yellow clouds cover thousands of miles, when will the wanderer return?
Translation: The one I love is going to a place far away from Yanmen Pass, so we have no choice but to say goodbye. The yellow clouds in the sky cover thousands of miles, the dust on the ground meets the yellow clouds, and the sky becomes dark. When will the wanderers who have gone to distant places come back?
"Seven Poems on the Military March·Part 4" Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yanmen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Translation: The Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are dim. The ancient border city and Yanmen Pass are thousands of miles apart, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have experienced hundreds of battles, their armor has been worn through, and their ambition is unquenchable. They vow not to return home until they defeat the invading enemy.
"Two Poems of Liangzhou" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Translation: Looking as far as the eye can see, the Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, as if it is running among the white clouds. Just in the high mountains of the upper reaches of the Yellow River, an isolated city, Yumenguan, stands there, looking lonely and lonely. . Why use the Qiang flute to play the sad willow song to complain that the spring is not coming? It turns out that the spring breeze cannot blow in the Yumenguan area!
"The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen" by Li He in the Tang Dynasty
Half a red flag came to the Yishui River, but the heavy frost could not make any sound. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
Translation: The red flag is half rolled, the reinforcements rush to Yishui, the night is cold and frosty, and the drums sound depressed and low. Just to repay the kindness of the king, he holds the sword in hand and regards death as home.