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.
This is Lu You's November 4th Storm in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The first time I read this poem was in the Chinese class of grade three, and I felt very shocked at that time:
The poet lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad about it, but thinking about defending the border for the country, dreaming that he rode an armored horse across the frozen river and went to the northern battlefield.
The whole poem is presented by the author through the brush strokes of the atmosphere, and the realistic ideal is realized through the dream of killing people, without affection and moaning. Even my own illness and the bitter wind and rain of nature, in the ancient and lasting patriotic passion, in the dream of Tiema Glacier, become lighter and lighter, and finally become a foil that seems to have nothing, making the whole poem full of a heroic and tragic style. This heroic and tragic feeling was deeply moved.