Chaos in the north by Tom Sharp

If Xie An could make even a casual effort, rebels fighting in the north would be quiet and refugees fleeing to the south would return to their homes, but Xie An is gone. As we walk up this northern valley, my bare head cowers in the cold wind.

永王东巡歌 by 李白 (Li Bai)

三川北虏乱如麻,四海南奔似永嘉。 但用东山谢安石,为君谈笑净胡沙。