"At the grand vermillion gates, wine and meat spoils, while the road outside is paved with frozen bones."

"Saddened by the times I weep at the flowers tormented by the partings even the birds startle my heart."

"The river is so wide, even the birds can’t cross it."

"The war has turned my hair white, but the wine turns it black again."

"After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold."