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The great river1 flows east,
Its billows washed away all men of distinction for ages.
To the west of the old fortress,
It is said, there’s Red Cliff of Big Boy Zhou2 in Three Kingdom period.
Jagged rocks piercing the clouds,
Frightening surges bashing the shore,
Bouncing up a thousand foaming crests of snow.
Mountains and rivers so picturesque,
How many heroes during that time?
Think back of Gongjin3 in those years
When younger Qiao4 just married him,
And so he developed heroic air.
With a silk hood and a feather fan5,
In chatting and laughing,
Their enemy’s ships burned to ashes.
My spirit traveling in the old realms;
I laugh at myself for being so sentimental
That my hair grows hoary too early.
Life is like a dream;
I pour a cup of wine in libation to the moon and river. |