Two frontier fortress poems written by Fan Zhongyan when he was guarding the Western Xia Dynasty
Su Muzhe
The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Yu Jia Ao
The scenery is strange when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.