Three sisters travel through the Three Kingdoms.
One person, one country, broke up the Eastern Han Dynasty.
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Walking on the Shasha and Traveling in the Clouds (composed by He Xi Xiaoxiang)
The wind dances in neon clothes, and we spend a drunken time together. The east fence holds the wine against the setting sun. The first appearance of red makeup is stunning, and the white clothes are so subtle that they are charming.
The fog is locked across the river, the clouds are wandering, and the plum blossoms leaning against the railing will never be forgotten. Straightforwardly, it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Huanxisha·Lanxi (composed by He Xi Xiaoxiang)
The heavy sleep and residual wine have dispersed, and I have been sad for several times and the autumn is getting colder. The sunset lies deep in Qulan.
The dust is scattered in several waves, the yellow sand is stained with blood, and the beacon fire is rampant. It might as well be melancholy and pure madness.
Su Muzhe·Fengya (composed by Chaoge Lengyue)
Step into the blue sky and sing about the land of Shu. Good friends in the world laugh at the drama of the three armies. After reading all the heroes, there is no other meaning. The green blood is clanging, and a sword hangs on the dragon wall.
The water returns to the east, and the clouds are far away. When you caress your sleeves and think long, how many dusts are closed. When we reach the end of the wind, there are no words left. The moon has already reached the center of the sky, and it is useless to look at each other.