North Tower of Gold City
***** Gao Shi
From the north tower the western sky is clear,
Mountains joined by surging river better than painting.
Torrent's gush, swish flight of arrows,
Crescent moon over ramparts, bow arched taunt.
I dangle my fishing rod like old man Lu,
Strive for some tranqillity on the border.
But why so many brutal border wars?
Until now Tartar flutes complain without end.
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