Jiujiang

We both are drifted wanderers cast to heaven's far corners; meeting like this, what need is there for prior acquaintance!

Its flying torrent plunges straight down three thousand feet; I wonder if the Milky Way is falling from the ninth heaven.

I cannot know the true face of Mount Lu, only because I myself am within this mountain.

Sun and Liu join forces, fire sweeps Cao's fleet, and the three-way division of the realm is set.

I built my hut in the human realm, yet hear no clamor of carriage and horse. You ask how this can be? When the heart is distant, one's place is naturally remote. Plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern hedge, leisurely my eyes meet the Southern Mountain. Mountain mists are lovely at dusk, flying birds return flocking together. In this lies the true essence of life; I yearn to explain, yet words are already forgotten.

Let me return! My fields and gardens are going to ruin, why should I not go home? Since I have made my heart the slave of my mortal form, why should I sorrow alone in melancholy? I realize past mistakes cannot be undone, but know the future can still be pursued. Truly my wandering path has not strayed too far: I awaken to find today's choices right, and yesterday's wrong.

Wang Bo'an is upstream of Nanchang; he is sure to capture the rebel.

The realm will fall into chaos, and you, Prince, must hold it together.