Amid the howling sound of gusty wind and swift arrows combined, the general and his men were hunting on the outer field of the city near Wei River.
The withered grasses could not blind the sharp-eyed falcons, while the thawed pathes helped the horses gallop with lighter hooves.
In no time the safari passed the city of Xinfeng, returning to the barracks of Slender Willow.
Looking back to where he shot the raptor, the general could only behold an immense plain extending to the horizon in cloudy dusk.
PS I cannot remember from where I learned and memorized this poem; it might have been from a calligraphy book out of which I praticed my brush writing when I was an elementary school kid.