Watching the Three Kingdoms learn from Cao Cao's thief, listening to the iron horse's wasted time.
The towers and houses are lit by beacons. Smoke cages and war flags, blood-stained city walls.
Feather fan and silk scarf, pink-faced Yama; strategizing, sword-wielding, drinking and singing;
Climbing high and galloping, sailing vertically and horizontally; toasting with halberds and boats, sailing with boats and boats;
In the flames of the beacon fire, the clothes are naked, the drums are beating, the spears are raised, the bowstrings are broken, and the bravery for eight hundred miles, who can cause trouble?
Died!
The setting sun washes away all the mistakes!
The wind blows and the quicksand disappears.
There are no golden fingers in this article, but there are immortals and Taoists.
