Zhang Qiao
Though a bugle① breaks the crystal air of autumn，
Soldiers， in the look-out， watch at ease today.
The spring wind blowing across green graves
And the pale② sun setting beyond Liangzhou.
For now， on grey plains done with war，
The border is open to travel again；
And Tartars③ can no more choose than rivers，
They are running， all of them， toward the south.
① buglen. 军号，喇叭 vi. 吹喇叭，吹号
② paleadj. (颜色)淡的；苍白的 vi. 变苍白；变黯淡
③ Tartarn. 鞑靼人 adj. 鞑靼(人)的
书边事
张乔
调角断清秋，
征人倚戍楼。
春风对青冢，
白日落梁州。
大漠无兵阻，
穷边有客游。
蕃情似此水，
长愿向南流。
