If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Kyushu's anger depends on the wind and thunder, and a swift horse steals sorrow.
The blood of the cross becomes a stream, and the kindness flows from the west.
A maid-in-waiting lived 1000 miles away from home for twenty years.
I only thought of one to ten, but I didn't expect a dozen. ...