I wrote a poem by Cao Cao. Come in and have a look. Thank you.

Not bad, not bad, very deep, the end is a bit weak, too pure, and the beginning of a crow is a bit sloppy.

I appreciate these words.

In troubled times, later generations don't understand.

Wen Tao painted a white face.

In the east, Jieshi writes poems, but the sea never dies.

Bronze finches are built first, and Er Qiao will be locked next year.

I hate Wan, in the tomb of the dragon robe.

A thousand years ago, subversion happened again and again.

A few strands of silver hair, pen and ink turtles are doomed.

It seems that you worship Cao Cao. Some people are more treacherous than Cao Cao, but they have won the country. Unfortunately, Cao Cao did not have such a fate.

Shouyan Huarong said that Jiangshan is surnamed Cao.