王昌龄　　塞上曲　　蝉鸣空桑林， 八月萧关道；　　出塞复入塞， 处处黄芦草。　　从来幽并客， 皆向沙场老；　　莫学游侠儿， 矜夸紫骝好。　　Folk-song-styled-verse　　Wang Changling　　AT A BORDER-FORTRESS　　Cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees　　In the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass.　　Through the gate and back again, all along the road,　　There is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses　　And the bones of soldiers from You and from Bing　　Who have buried their lives in the dusty sand.　　……Let never a cavalier stir you to envy　　With boasts of his horse and his horsemanship