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.

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!

He clearly felt proud of this kind of distinction between masculine and feminine, but actually it's not like Su Dongpo's ci are all like 'The River Surges Eastward'". Wouldn't lines of poetry like, "Gradually, the laughter within the walls faded, and the passersby dispersed. As if one's passion was injured by the ruthlessness of a young girl." and "Through the embroidered curtain, the moon steals a furtive glance at her." also maybe only be appropriate for young girls of 17 or 18 to sing in modest voices?