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!