Ah, you flatter me. This is the first time we’ve met in person, and I have to say I didn’t expect you to be so young in person, Ms Zhang! You really are a talented young woman!

The last half of the poem uses the ancient world to express emotion, fusing rationality and emotion, thinking back on how heroic Zhou Yu must have been, how unperturbed and dashing, however the mountains and the rivers remain, but where are the heroes? Then the poet's thoughts turn to his own unrecognized talent, thinking back on heroes from fallen heroes in solitude, and can't help but laugh resignedly at being overcome by thoughts and emotions.

The vast Yangtze gushes endlessly eastwards, who knows how many heroes have been dashed away by its flow. Westwards of the old camp, people say are the red cliffs were Zhou Yu defeated Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms Period. There, the ragged cliffs tower into the clouds, the terrifying waves seem to want to tear at the river banks, stirring up snow-white surf in the tens of thousands. The beautiful rivers and mountains are like a painting; but how many heroic figures have been born amid them?

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Huh? Just looking at you, I'd never guess you were a superwoman. So this time we're saved!