Poetry describing an archer

Wang Wei

The wind is strong and the bow is sounding, and the general is hunting in Weicheng.

The grass is dry and the eagle's eye is quick, the snow is gone and the horse's hoof is light.

Suddenly I passed the city of Xinfeng, and returned to the camp of Thin Willow.

This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in a hurry to get to a place where he can shoot an eagle.

The Song of Lower Seychelles

Lu Lun

The darkness of the forest frightens the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.

Lu Lun

The forest is dark and the grass is windy, the general leads his bow at night.

The White Horse

Cao Zhi

Raising his hand to catch the flying brushes, stooping down to scatter the horses' hooves.

Cao Zhi