SIMA GUANG (1019-1086)
司馬光
西江月
寶髻鬆鬆挽就，鉛華淡淡妝成。青煙翠霧罩輕盈，飛絮游絲無定。 相見爭如不見，有情何似無情。笙歌散後酒醒，深院月斜人靜。

The Dancer
With her face lightly done with rouge and powder
And a loose jeweled hair-knot, the dancer is all set.
Her slender body is a flying fuzz in motion.
Her gait takes after light green mist and fog in a net.
I fare worse since seeing her.
It is better without the amorous feeling that I get.
After songs and music, as I first sober up,
I find the deep courtyard with moonbeams aslant so quiet.
SUN WEN (1860-1925)
孫文

輓劉道一
半壁東南三楚雄，劉郎死去霸圖空。尚餘遺業艱難甚，誰與斯人慷慨同。塞上秋風悲戰馬，神州落日泣哀鴻。幾時痛飲黃龍酒，橫攬江流一奠公。


An Elegy for Liu Daoyi
In the vast Three-Chu Region, you were a hero.
To our mastery over the southeast, your death dealt a blow.
Hardships left by your void to our cause become great.
Who shares your noble generosity, I do not know.
Fall winds of the passes rise as war-horses neigh in grief.
Sunset comes to our land as wild swans weep in sorrow.
When shall we drink for victory to our hearts’ content?
Let me make a libation while crossing a river in its flow.

WEN TIANXIANG (1236-1283)
文天祥
過零丁洋

辛苦遭逢起一經，干戈寥落四周星。山河破碎風抛絮，身世浮沉雨打萍。惶恐灘頭說惶恐，零丁洋裏說零丁。人生自古誰無死，留取丹心照汗青。

Crossing the Lonely Sea
By studying hard the classics, I rose above everyone.
I got detained for four years when the doomed war was done.
Like wind-swept fuzz, I fought for a broken land.
Like rain-battered duckweeds, to vicissitudes I am prone.
On the Worry and Fear Beachhead, I talk about worry and
fear.
On the Lonely Sea, I sigh for being alone.
Since the old days, who has not died?
Through history, my patriotism and valor will be shone.

SU SHI (1037-1101)
蘇軾
和子由澠池懷舊

人生到處知何似？應似飛鴻踏雪泥。泥上偶然留指爪，鴻飛那復計東西。老僧已死成新塔，壞壁無由見舊題。往日崎嶇還記否？路長人困蹇驢嘶。

Recalling our Old Days at Mianchi, in Reply to Ziyou’s Poem
What is life like, no matter where you go?
It should resemble claw prints in muddy snow.
A flying wild swan leaves them by chance
And then takes off, for all it cares to know.
A new pagoda was built for the aged monk after his death.
Old inscriptions on fallen walls do not show.
Do you recall our long wretched trip of the past:
Two tired travelers and their weak braying donkeys in tow?