“the scaly armor glittered in the sunlight. the sound of the trumpet resounded through the sky in the autumn， and the earth in the night was like rouge， which was as rich as purple. the cold wind rolled the red flag， and the troops arrived at yishui; the heavy frost was wet through the drum skin， and the drum was too low to lift. in order to repay the king's reward and love， he is willing to fight for his country to death with his sword in his hand”