遥想公瑾当年，小乔初嫁了，雄姿英发。羽扇纶巾，谈笑间，樯橹灰飞烟灭。故国神游，多情应笑我，早生华发。人生如梦，一樽还酹江月。
yáo xiǎng Gōngjǐn dāngnián ，Xiǎoqiáo chū jià le ，xióngzī yīngfā 。yǔshàn guānjīn ，tán xiào jiān ，qiánglǔ huīfēiyānmiè 。gùguó shényóu ，duōqíng yīng xiào wǒ ，zǎo shēng huáfà 。rénshēng rú mèng ，yī zūn hái lèi jiāng yuè 。
Thinking back all the way to Zhou Yu's military campaign at the red cliffs, when he had just married the beautiful Xiao Qiao, and how they made such a radiant couple, beauty matching bravery. The silk hat on his head, fanning himself lightly with a feather fan, reducing the formidable enemy army to ashes amid idle chat and laughter. But what is point of me sitting here pontificating? You might laugh at me, that it's my sentimentality that made my hair go white all over so prematurely. Life is like a passing dream, so we might as well pour a drink into to the river, to drink a toast to the moon's reflection in the river!