What thoughts and feelings did Niannujiao and Red Cliff Nostalgia express to the author?

Nian Nujiao's Nostalgia at Red Cliff expresses the author's reverence for historical heroes and his anxiety and anger that his ambition is hard to pay. By admiring the hero, the author expresses his feelings of achieving nothing, and at the same time shows the poet's unwilling to sink into the abyss and proactive spirit. The author of Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia is Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

Su Shi [Song Dynasty]

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.

The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.

A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

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The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the surging waves wash away all the heroes of the ages.

On the west side of the old camp, people say it is the Red Cliff where Zhou Lang defeated Cao Bing in the Three Kingdoms.

There are many rocks on the shore, as if to pierce the sky. Amazing waves beat against the river bank, stirring up waves like thousands of piles of snow.

The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.

In retrospect, Zhou Yu was proud of his spring breeze, and Xiao Qiao just married him, looking dashing and radiant.

The hand-waving feather fan wore a nylon scarf, and during the conversation, the battleship of the strong enemy was burned to ashes.

Now immersed in the ancient battlefield, wandering in the past. Ironically, I have so much nostalgia for the past that my temples are as white as old age.

Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river.