The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. The old country fell, Ying Xiao Wo was full of affection, early birth of your son, life is like a dream, and a bright moon still exists.
Sword and song
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country.
Dancing pavilions and singing platforms always blow away.
Sunset grass trees, ordinary alleys,
Humans send slaves to life.
Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
Yuanjia, seal the wolf in Xu,
Win a hasty retreat.
I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.
Looking back, under the beaver temple,
Crow club drum.
Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?