The river of no return, a romantic figure with a long history. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
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 nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. Old country fugue, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, early life in France and China. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Poetry appreciation:
The first two sentences are extraordinary in brushwork. With the brushwork of crossing thousands of miles and surpassing ancient and modern times, the Yangtze River, which is rolling eastward, and company of heroes, which has passed through the ages, have painted a very broad and distant time and space background for us. As soon as this sentence comes out, it seems that I can see the surging Yangtze River and recall the spirit of romantic figures throughout the ages, bringing me into an environment beyond ancient and modern times, with great momentum and extraordinary brushwork.