The Dream of the Three Kingdoms

Above Kyushu, the halberd has fought bravely through the ages. Within Longzhong, the feather fan gently swings to determine three parts of the world The old water mirror made a prophecy: Although Wolong found his master, it was not at the right time. The remaining flowers on the branches have fallen away, leaving only sadness on the ground ? Zhaoyueyanxie? Pusu? Laughing like crazy, even though my voice is hoarse, I still can't vent it. At the celebration banquet, I drank a thousand cups, but I was drunk and my eyes were misty. Only a heavy sigh filled my lips and teeth He sighed and said, "The dust has not yet settled. How can you just make a three-chapter agreement?" Three Kingdoms Three Days Several waves and long flows Who knows that I will never change my infatuation, and I can't compete with the difference of time In the end, there is nothing to do but Is subverting history just wishful thinking? The sound of the flute is like crying, but the sad heart is still unresolved Sighing eyes cast towards the other side of the river where the sky is filled with fireworks I can't figure it out. It's all gone through the ages. Begonia blossoms on branches Who accepted the tears of mortals on the battlefield? Want to get drunk and relieve a thousand worries Chant like crazy Watching the misty moon, where is the house of Xiaoqiaoliushui? Looking at the situation from a cold perspective: Who are the heroes on the battlefield crazy about? In the light of swords and shadows, love in troubled times lasts forever I still don't regret the time when we looked at the sunset together I was no longer like an ordinary person, how can my sorrow and resentment end? Heartbroken in the end Look at the falling snow, let the flowers bloom, shed your blood, let the dream never waver! I can only hope that after a thousand years of decay See you again with tears in your eyes... The resentful eyes were buried by thousands of years The craziness of the halberd is just because he doesn't understand the sorrow of Li Shang The pear blossoms are covered with frost, and the begonia branches are red and swaying gently. Tears moisten clothes, leaving all generations of time to waste __________________________________________________________________________________ A new round of rectification is underway... After such a long time, I looked back at this article and found that I had so much fun smoking... So I planned to change some of the content to make it as normal as possible [make a fist] Intention: