The Opening Poem of Romance of The Three Kingdoms

On and on the Great River Rolls, Racing East.
Of Proud and Gallant Heros Its White Tops Leaves no Trace,
As Right and Wrong, Pride and Fall Turn All At Once Unreal.
Yet Ever the Green Hills Stay
To Blaze in the West Waning Day.

Fishers and Woodsmen Comb the River Isles.
White-Crowned, They've Seen Enough of Spring and Autumn Tide
To Make Good Company Over the Wine Jar
Where Many a Famed Event
Provides Their Merriment.