The great river flows east, its waves washing away all the heroes of ages past. To the west of the old fort, they say, was the Red Cliffs of Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms. Jagged rocks pierce the sky; raging waves crash against the shore, rolling up thousands of heaps of snow. The land is like a painting. How many heroes arose in their time!
I think back to Gongjin in those days, when Qiao first married him. He was spirited and dashing, with a feather fan and silk headscarf. As they talked and laughed, the enemy's ships turned to ash. Wandering in memory through my old homeland, I imagine the passionate would laugh at me, my hair already turning white. Life is like a dream; I pour a cup to the moon over the river.
A classic literary work
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