The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. 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.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan with black silk scarf, laughing and laughing, vanishing in smoke, the old country fell, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, born early in France and China. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's Red Cliff
A broken iron halberd sank into the sand and disappeared, only to find that it was the remnant of Battle of Red Cliffs after grinding and washing.
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.
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Wuming Mountain and Fu Su
There are mountains and rivers, and there are flowers in Hebei. If you don't see your son, you will see madness.
There is Youlong in the mountains, but not a child, but a cunning child.
Tang Dynasty: Sun's Tomb-Sweeping Day
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting fires a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
Pre-Qin: Ban, anonymous
Jade Emperor Zhoushi! I admire its high mountain, Qiaoyue Mountain, and allow it to plunge into the river. Under the sky, it's time. The fate of a week.