The late emperor himself bestowed his jade belt,
And added countless gold coins as reward.
A high altar was raised to honor the great general,
And a worthy bride was sought for his household.
Vanguard troops garrisoned with ten thousand fierce warriors,
Guarding half the southeastern sky, the Five Lakes' shores.
By Phoenix Mountain's foot we met by chance,
I knew your fame of old, now see your face.
Loyal and filial, none can match your grace,
First in martial arts and literary embrace.
You play the nation's master hand at chess,
And write steady verses with a poet's finesse.
Skilled in battle, horsemanship, and archery,
You recite all seven military classics perfectly.
With twin hooks you write standard script so fine,
Like Yan's sinew, Liu's bone, a brush divine.
Like Zhuge crossing the Lu River's flow,
Or Gong Sui calming the troubled pool below.
You've traversed half the world, measured by Zhang and Hai,
No foreign tongue or script escapes your care.
No longer stained by Liangzhou's grape-wine hue,
Why doubt Jiaozhi's Job's tears, proven true?
On the training ground, warriors watch sword dances keen,
In the bell tower, poets share wine, serene.
Your talk is elegant, sprinkled with laughter light,
Host and guests delight, never tired of the sight.
Lately in Xuancheng, your deeds shine more rare,
Uprooting private interests with open dare.
Last year, a hundred polder fields drowned in flood,
Autumn's high waters still spread like mud.
Who says no flood? The provincial office lied,
You exposed the deceit, the cunning they hide.
Through a hundred battles, generals of old are known,
But who has seen one care for people's hunger grown?