Yangzhou

The frontier wind is fierce, the walls are cold; wells and paths are gone, the grave mounds broken. A thousand years, ten thousand ages, all come alike to an end; what more is there to say!

The spring wind has greened the south bank of the river once more; when will the bright moon shine on my return?

The Twenty-Four Bridges are still here; the water's heart ripples, and the cold moon is silent.

In a dream so brief, it was as though he had passed a whole lifetime.

This is for the Dharma; why should one grudge one's life? If none of you will go, I will go myself.

On the river at Guazhou, Du Shiniang opens her case before the crowd and throws jewels, flutes and antique jades into the water, tells Li Jia, 'There was jade in my casket; my only grief is that there were no pearls in your eyes,' and leaps into the river clasping her casket.

Beside the sunken boat a thousand sails go by; before the sickly tree ten thousand trees burst into spring.

Fire broke out in the palace, and no one knew what became of the emperor.

I have orders to give; will you obey them?

From then on she assisted in governing the state from within the palace for several decades, her power no different from the emperor's, and the two were known at the time as the 'Two Sages'.

Our state pacified and settled Yan, the capital; we took it from the rebel Chuang, not from the Ming.

A Song minister took his ruler Bing in his arms and leapt into the sea.

So we know that the realm does not exist to serve one man; rather one man exists to rule the realm.

The troops of Lin'an are camped at Eight Hundred Li.