Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff" is nostalgic for "The River of No Return", and the waves are exhausted, becoming a romantic figure through the ages. Old camp west, 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. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river. Twenty-six, two songs of Nian Nujiao

1. Jiuzhaigou

Huge galaxies,

Over the years,

How many times have the stars changed?

How many homesick dreams are there on a cold night?

Pity is long and short.

For many years,

Although the appearance is declining,

Worry and anger have not diminished.

Facing the night sky,

Count the cold stars.

Living alone in a remote place,

Although the hut is small,

The seats are full.

Everyone raised their glasses and sang songs.

I am the only one who is sentimental.

Not yesterday,

Never cherish,

fickleness of human nature

Walking alone,

How many gullies are there?

2. Guangling Powder

Fame and fortune,

It's not mine.

Why ask more questions?

When you are angry about leaving,

No more spring, summer, autumn and winter.

After Guangling San,

How many years?

Don't smell the sound of poetry and books.

Looking forward to it,

Only the eagle in the sky.

Volcano erupts at the foot,

Lightning and tsunami,

Revive my glory.

With Chou He's hatred of the earth,

Fight the Wan Li sky.

As the whip pointed out,

What everyone wants,

Young and happy.

Planning,

One day, I was shocked. "The Book of Songs, Peak, Drumming" is bored and actively uses troops. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.

From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.