As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed listening to the sudden sound of wind and rain, and the sight of a war horse in armor galloping on the glacier to fight in the battlefield once again entered my dream.
2. Original poem: Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.