Ancient Intent (Li Qi)

A true man should set out on a distant campaign, spending his youth as a guest in the lands of Yan and Zhao.

They vie for glory and dare to stake their lives beneath the horses' hooves, always treating their seven-foot body as a trifle.

When killing the enemy, no one dares to stand in their way; their beards bristle like the stiff quills of a hedgehog.

Under the yellow clouds, snow falls over Mount Long; they cannot return home until they have repaid their sovereign's grace.

A young woman from Liaodong, just fifteen years old, excels at playing the pipa and knows both song and dance.

Now she plays the Qiang flute, sounding the frontier tune, making the three armies' soldiers weep like rain.