In the bleak wind, a song of sorrow by the Yi River immortalized him in history and literature, shining with a lasting brilliance.
The wind howls, the Yi River runs cold,
A hero departs, never to return.
His courage blazes into a sharp sword,
May he slay Qin’s tyrant and save his homeland.
What regret is there in dying for one’s country?
May all its people live in joy.
Though we part, he sings as he goes,
His heroic spirit will endure between heaven and earth.
I wrote this composition in high school. I remember our teacher asked us to write a play, but after thinking it over and finding no subject, I turned to history for help and wrote this piece, The Song of the Yi River.
It is a very old story, with very old lines, and nothing about it is novel. I have kept it because it is the composition I worked hardest on during my more than ten years as a student. I dedicate this piece to the years I spent writing compositions as a student.
Theme:
Alas, it was really difficult to get up there once... What are you doing recently There was no trace when I came back.
I don't dare to do it in one go. I was thinking about it in class and then thinking about it for several days. I don't dare to say it's a sword-sharpening thing, but I think it's a teeth-grinding skill, haha. Grind, grind, grind, I try to grind faster, eat more, stay energetic and write more.
Done in one go! You said this is the masterpiece of your ten-year writing career. The ancients said: It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. This is exactly what I mean! Actually, what I really want to say is not this. What I want to say is: Master, can you sharpen your sword faster?