[Molv into Tibet for thousands of miles · 23rd day] Wuhou Temple, the story of the three countries will [smiles]. . . Rolling the east of the Yangtze River, the waves are all over the hero. Yes, no success or failure turn their heads empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees. On the white-haired fisherman's river, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine meets happily. How much of the past is in the joke.