Man Jiang hong Cao Cao
Rolling the Yangtze River, the waves are exhausted, and heroes come forth in large numbers.
Used to be, green plum cooking wine, Central Plains wyndell dichinson.
It thunders and rains outside the city, and the mountains drink snow.
When will it be, when will it be dry and sunny?
Filial piety, yellow scarf.
Dong thief, double yuan.
Sweep the remnants and hope that the sky in the north will be clear.
The risk in western Sichuan is difficult to discuss, but the copper finch still exists in name only.
Sigh ambition, let go of troubled times, who said that?