Poem in Tune of Linjiangxian
by Yang Shen of Ming Dynasty
The torrential water in Yangtze River keeps flowing east.
Its billows washed away all the heroes.
Right or wrong, success or failure, all in nothing in the twinkling of an eye.
The green mountains are still there,
But how many red sunsets seen?
Fishermen and Woodmen with hoary hair on the river or shoals
Are used to seeing the autumn moon and feeling spring winds.
They meet in happiness with a pot of turbid wine.
How many things from the olden time till now
Are all laughed away in chatting.
(Are all given to laughing and chatting.)