Classic Poem

In the court of examinations
they've opened a new tower:
cloudy spring day, I stand up here alone.
Along the willows, a thousand warships cluster;
among the flowers, ten thousand homes are thrown.
Wind-driven rain—the river's roar is strong;
troops with arms—the ground below looks cold.
Heart-breaking, sand geese to the north:
they rise in flocks, fly off toward Ch'ang-an.