Song luyou
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu