Red Cliff lies buried where the waters cease to flow;
Only names remain, carried on an empty boat.
The clamor of one torch in a cold, mournful wind—
Countless heroic souls wander within.
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Annotation
One of ten nostalgic quatrains by Xue Baoqin in Chapter 51. Each poem contains a hidden riddle answer. This one commemorates the Battle of Red Cliff; its riddle answer has been debated.
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