1. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
From: Song Dynasty Wen Tianxiang
Original text:
After a hard encounter, there are only a few wars around. star.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty and reflect on history.
Translation:
Looking back on the hardships I went through in my early years from the imperial examination to becoming an official, four hard years have passed since the war subsided.
The country is in danger like catkins in the strong wind, and the ups and downs in one's life are like duckweeds in the rain, drifting without roots, rising and sinking.
The disastrous defeat at Panfengtan makes me still terrified to this day. It is a pity that I was trapped in Yuanlu alone in the ocean and I have been helpless since then.
Since ancient times, people are bound to die! If you can be loyal to your country, you will still be able to shine for thousands of years after your death and leave your name in history.
2. "Inscription on the Wall in Prison"
From: Tan Sitong of the Qing Dynasty
Original text:
Looking at the gate to stay, thinking about Zhang Jian, He had to endure death for a moment and waited for Du Gen.
I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
Translation:
I hope that Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao, who fled, can be protected by people like Zhang Jian when they stay on the run. I hope that my comrades can endure death and wait to complete the great cause of reform like Dugan.
I look up to the sky and laugh, and die generously, because those who leave and those who stay are sincere and aboveboard, just like the majestic Kunlun Mountains.
3. "The River is Red"
From: Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
In anger, the rain breaks down.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait any longer, your young head will turn gray, and you will be filled with sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Translation:
I was so angry that I climbed up and leaned on the railing. A drizzle had just stopped. He raised his head and looked around at the vast expanse, looking up to the sky and sighing. The ambition is fierce, thirty years of achievements have now turned into dust, and there are only floating clouds and bright moon in the thousands of miles. Don't waste your years and grow gray as a young man, only to be left alone with regrets and sorrows.
The shame of Jingkang Year has not yet been washed away. When will the resentment of the courtiers be eliminated? I just want to drive a chariot through the enemy camp in Helan Mountain. People with great ambitions and common hatred eat the enemy's flesh when they are hungry; they laugh and talk with contempt about the enemy and drink the enemy's blood when they are thirsty. I want to completely regain the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and then return to the capital to report my victory to the emperor.
4. "Jiangchengzi·Hunting in Mizhou"
From: Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
I talk about being crazy as a teenager , holding the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right.
Branded hats and mink fur coats, thousands of horses riding around Ping Gang.
In order to repay the favor, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang.
It doesn’t matter if your chest is still open and your mane is slightly frosty after being drunk!
When will Feng Tang be dispatched to Zhijie Yunzhong?
I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Translation:
Let me express the arrogance of the young man, holding a yellow dog in his left hand and holding a goshawk in his right hand. The accompanying soldiers wore gorgeous hats and clothes made of mink fur, and the mighty army swept through the flat hills like a strong wind. Tell the people in the city that they will go hunting with me. I will kill a tiger like Sun Quan and show it to everyone.
When I drink until I am happy, my mind becomes more open and my courage becomes more assertive. Even if my hair is slightly white, what does it matter? When will the imperial court send someone with a talisman to come to Mizhou to pardon my sins? At that time, I will draw my bow and arrow so that it takes on the shape of a full moon, aim at the northwest, and shoot down the Sirius star that represents Xixia.
5. "Niannujiao·Nostalgia of Chibi"
From: Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone. , a romantic figure through the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
Translation:
The water of the river is rolling and flowing eastward, sweeping away all the romantic figures of the ages. To the west of that ancient battlefield, it is said to be the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu defeated Cao's army in the Three Kingdoms. It is surrounded by rocks and high mountains, and cliffs on both sides are like clouds. The stormy waves are violently beating on the opposite shore, and the waves are rolling up like thousands of snow piles in winter. The country is so beautiful and picturesque, and so many heroes emerged in a short period of time.
I recall that Zhou Lang’s name was Yu and his courtesy name was Gongjin. Xiao Qiao had just married him as his wife. She was heroic, graceful, and radiant. Holding a feather fan in his hand and wearing a silk scarf on his head, he was talking calmly and casually while Cao Cao's 800,000-strong army was wiped out like ashes. Now I'm wandering back in time on an ancient battlefield. It's ridiculous that I have so much nostalgic tenderness that my hair is turning gray before I get old.
Life is like a hazy dream, raising a wine glass to pay homage to the eternal bright moon.