the first one (Yu Xin is my favorite)
forlorn in the northeast among wind and dust, drifting in the southwest between heaven and earth.
lingering for days and months in towers and terraces at the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes * * * Yunshan.
the barbarian serving the ruler in the end was unreliable, the wandering poet lamenting the times had no chance to return.
yu Xin throughout his life was most miserable, in his waning years his poetry stirred the land of rivers and passes.
Second (Song Yu is the one who sings)
"Decay and decline": deep knowledge have I of Sung Yu's grief, romantic and refined, he too is my teacher.
sadly looking across a thousand autumns, one shower of tears, melancholy in different epochs, not at the same time.
among rivers and mountains his old abode -- empty his writings, deserted terrace of cloud and rain -- surely not just imagined in a dream?.
utterly the palaces of Chu are all destroyed and ruined, the fishermen pointing them out today are unsure.
thirdly, ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Jing Gate, and the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred.
she went out from the purple palace into the desertland, she has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
her face! Can you picture a wind of the spring?, Huan Peikong belongs to the soul of jathyapple.
song of the Tartars on her jade guitar, telling her eternal sorrow.
fourthly (Liu Bei, the master of Shu, was admired)
The master of Shu glimpsed Wu Xing's Three Gorges, in the year of his demise, too, he was in the Palace of Eternal Peace.
the blue-green banners can be imagined on the empty mountain, the jade palace is a void in the deserted temple.
in the pines of the ancient shrine aquatic cranes nest, at summer and winter festivals the comers are village elders.
Wuhou ancestral hall is often adjacent to in union, sovereign and minister share the sacrifices together.
the fifth (it's Zhuge Liang)
zhuge's prestige transcends the earth, there is only reverence for his face.
yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war, was only as one feather against a flaming sky.
he was brother of men like Yi and Lu, and in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen.
though he knew there was no hope for the House of Han, yet he wielded his mind for it, yielded his life.