赤壁之上,你伫立着;赤壁之然而生!下,风起云涌。曾几何时,你还是一介布衣,一手执扇,一手抚须,笑谈间,日日夜夜埋首于田垄之间。你并不曹军已是灰飞烟灭。欣慰之情,油甘于仅守一亩薄田,你并不甘于安心做卧龙先生,你并不甘于在此等大争之世作壁上观。奈何当今天下,所谓君王终是有眼无珠罢了。长叹一声,你默默摇了摇头,不再 Red Cliff above, you stand; Red Cliff was born! Under the surging. Once upon a time, you are still a commoner, one hand fan, hand caress, laughter, buried day and night between the ridge. You do not Cao Jun is ashes. You are not relieved to be Mr. Wolong. You are not willing to watch the world in these great conflicts. However, today’s world, the so-called monarch is finally beyond sight. Sigh loudly, you silently shook his head, no longer