The soul of a city is a sigh hidden in the blue wall and stone tiles, a legend floating in the long river like smoke, a mutual witness of vicissitudes and glory, and a beautiful movement of simplicity and modernity.

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(1) I got a credit for Chang 'an Month tonight.

Dust and smoke fly in the sky, filled with the legend of the rise and fall of the thirteen dynasties, the gap between bricks and stones, filled with the joys and sorrows of the prosperous times and the chaos of war. Open a page of history at will, roll up clouds and smoke, Cui Hua shakes, the wheels jingle, and the distant sigh is immersed in the moment that never fades. The magnificent meaning is preserved in historical and cultural books, and the luster remains the same.

Many people will come here, feel powerful and domineering, look for ancient romance, explore wandering poetry and recall ethereal customs. Listening to sad songs, holding the thick walls, feeling the success or failure of those thrilling heroes, crossing the distance of time, lingering love and hate.

This pursuit is focused and infatuated, like a longing buried in the bottom of my heart for a long time, and gradually evolved into a vision. I am eager to touch those glowing stories with my heart and touch the warmth and coldness of the frost and dust in the years on the silent full moon night.

The heroic dream of unifying the country, the loneliness when talents are not met, the homesickness when wine enters the heart, and the homesickness when tears wet the heart. Although it is a different feeling, it pours incisively and vividly in the same moonlight.

If such moonlight will break, it must be broken in that place called Chang 'an.

Under the moon in Chang 'an, a pot of sake and a bunch of peach blossoms gently blew away the dust that passed through the world of mortals. It seems that this woman who has gathered infinite love and strength has the simplest love fantasy in the resplendent Daming Palace. And a romantic young lady, a struggle and struggle inside and outside the palace, the love of Princess Taiping and the amorous feelings of Daming Palace are all submerged in the poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. All happiness and dreams are as bright as fireworks, and all they may have is a beautiful memory and a three-foot white chill.

Daming Palace has long since ceased to exist, and even broken walls has never left it, and there is no trace of its rise and fall. The tender feelings of bone erosion and the omnipotent situation, together with the palace walls and courtyards bearing joys and sorrows, have all gone away with the long-term expectation of being together. Whether it is beautiful or dark, it has been swept into the swaying white silk and disappeared into the wind.

Dreams are always fragile and most likely to make people feel sad and melancholy. Beauty ages easily, fireworks scatter easily, and all that can be left is sighs and songs. At this time, whether you are a white-haired maid-in-waiting with bloom's dream in the past or a chivalrous man with lofty aspirations, when your wishes cannot be satisfied and your dreams cannot be realized, all you can do is to make people feel uncomfortable in grief and indignation and spend a long time in a nostalgic complex.

This nostalgic mood is often pulled up intentionally or unintentionally by the same bright moon, and the falling tears can't wash away the dust and frost. In a sad mood, what they think becomes more and more calm and rational. The helplessness and heaviness of life are entangled in their particularly keen and meticulous minds. The once glorious pleasure and glory have become the eternal pain in my heart.

Everything is happening, everything is dying. For people like Li Bai, apart from the lofty sentiments of "being able to bend one's eyebrows and serve the powerful", the only immortal thing is the moonlight with wine. From "going out with a smile" to Chang 'an with lofty aspirations, and then to "going out with a smile", I lamented that I abandoned Chang 'an. Li Bai woke up from his political dream with vicissitudes of grief and understanding. Looking back in the bleak autumn wind, he saw that the dust of the past was like a dream, the old feelings were like water, and the lost chapters were repeatedly recited in the frosty night of the moonlight.

Drinking empty in the month, wine is the wine that wears the intestines, which makes you sad, and the month is the month that wears the heart, bringing out ten thousand kinds of tenderness. There seems to be moonlight, which melts into the glass and easily hits the softest place in my heart.

When San thousands of feet's long hair can't hide the scars carved in his eyes, the floating words, like leaves in the autumn wind, spread all over the Weihe River and fell all over Chang 'an. The feeling of loneliness struggled out of the dark night, and a touch of deep red fell into the lady's eyes, overflowing with moist breath. Does your restless heart long for the baptism of rain?

In Chang 'an in the night, the lights are still flickering and blurred, and the imaginary palace walls and cloisters imply suspense and reincarnation in the light and shadow. Take a deep breath. There is no alcohol or ink in the air. An era, in the intoxication of interacting with the other shore, quietly turned around, leaving only quiet confusion and drifting away.

As time goes by, those lonely past events, empty and flashy, have been scattered to whose window and door. After the door was pushed open, it was not what it used to be. Only the gesture hanging in the air silently interprets sadness, joy and melancholy in the frost mark stained with light dust.

Missed this night, the glass in the palm of your hand quietly broke, who scattered tears into a moonlight?

(2) Lonely as a flower, from the center of the cloud

The wind in early autumn is a little chilly, accompanied by occasional drizzle and icy feeling, which easily penetrates the thin clothes and spreads silently along the fluttering skirts, with a faint dusk.

As far as everything in the world is concerned, people are always fragile, unlike hard and thick bricks. Even after countless storms, I left a deep and shallow mark, but I still stood there quietly and never gave up, leaving my poetry stumbling in the storm and feeling lonely and speechless.

Everywhere you go, what you see and think, inexplicable emotions and atmosphere diffuse into a strong breath, drifting away from the magnificent palace wall for a long time.

The thick city wall is like a history book, recording the background and melody of each dynasty in silent language. Chang 'an City Wall is said to be the best preserved city wall building in the world, which is the condensation and epitome of history and culture. On this unique and magnificent city wall, the Thirteen Dynasties played a magnificent movement, and countless emperors embraced it, and at the same time there were real beauties.

Jiangshan, hero, beauty, what beautiful pictures, what beautiful poems. In the lotus tent, the spring night is short, and in the Huaqing pool, it is charming and charming. The lingering love story between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan in Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow has been sung through the ages, making people lament.

Huaqingchi is a freehand and romantic place, where the balcony is covered with water, the nine-winding cloister, the pavilions and weeping willows on the shore, and every place has left charming and colorful figures, wantonly spoiled and spoiled. If this prosperous time has been peaceful, will the love of the emperor's beauty soak Huaqing Pool into a permanent gentle town?

The song and dance of the Tang Dynasty shattered the dream of the Yuyang drum class from the earth. When the status of a dynasty is threatened, it is always beautiful women who want to be jealous most that day. Jiangshan loves beauty more than beauty. When emotion conflicts with the country, even the monarch of a country can only sigh, but the hero is helpless and affectionate.

Love birds will eventually grow old and even the branches will break. The love of the king is just the melodious voice in the carol and the gorgeous lace on the splendid picture.

Huaqingchi is finally lonely and silent. In constant temperature, love gradually fades away. Even the resplendent halls and colorful Zhou Shi are still majestic, and they are still the old dreams that they can't wake up and can't sleep. The pool made of bluestone has lost its moist feeling and love, and has already dried up quietly, leaving only a cold and gloomy atmosphere, which makes people speechless and suffocated.

When the war subsided and all the lonely lights were lit at night, when Xuanzong thought that this endless sadness would last forever, would he still think of the beautiful and charming smile of his beloved princess when she flew over the world of mortals?

For Pomeranians, nothing is more expensive than Zhou Youwang's smile. Mount Li and the princes played a bonfire, and the beauty smiled and disappeared. The 800-year-old Zhou Dynasty was wiped out. Do you know that when you were chased by soldiers of the dog army, did you have resentment and regret?

"A pulse of warm soup flows day and night, and several barren tombs cover the emperor." Mount Li, neither steep nor dangerous, is famous for historical reasons. The beacon tower at the top of the mountain is looming, the Huaqing Palace at the foot of the mountain is thought-provoking, and the Bin Jian Pavilion halfway up the mountain is telling the story of another war. From a distance, dark mountain clouds and trees are lush, and they have come recently. You can also see the winding mountains and elegant springs. What should have been a quiet and entertaining place has become a heartbreaking place filled with political smoke. Zhou Youwang on the beacon tower lost his country for the United States, while Tang Xuanzong on the bank of Huaqing Pool lost his feelings. This kind of biting pain, biting injury, is a kind of poison without antidote, which can't be removed for a lifetime.

The most tragic interpretation of this life and death and the glory of * * * is the overlord and concubine.

The overlord of the place of Chu, who struggled to pull out the mountain and was full of gas, had the ambition to dominate the world, and his ambition was broad-minded. Such a strong and brave hero is sometimes gentle, that is, facing a woman named Yu Ji.

In Epang Palace, their faithful love story was once interpreted. Unfortunately, the world is in trouble. In an era of war, love is not for enjoyment. If the banquet at Hongmen laid the groundwork for this tragedy, then the battle under it was doomed to the tragic result. "Your majesty is full of energy, how can I live?" Yu Ji is beautiful and fragile, but also brave and calm. "What's the danger?" An emperor died alive and worried about the safety of his lover. As a woman, what can he expect? After a dance, endless heartache was buried in the wind, tears fell on my heart, and blood flowed in my heart. Every crimson is a whisper of love.

It is a great happiness to die in the arms of your lover, but how much pain is it to watch your beloved die? This kind of pain, even if the water in Wujiang turns red, can't wash away the scars branded in my heart; Even the flame of "burning Qin Gong will never die in March" can't melt the burning pain immersed in bone marrow.

Love and life have vanished together, and Epang Palace, which once left joys and sorrows, has also disappeared. The grand scene of five steps on the first floor, ten steps in a pavilion and high eaves and teeth on the verandah can only exist in the records of historical books. Now, we can never see the scenery handed down from ancient times and the beautiful promenade. Only in imagination can we pick up sporadic fragments and make up the splendor of a mirage.

This disappearance is tragic, just like knowing each other and loving each other, pure to the extreme, making people dream; Like the tears of lofty sentiments, it will be a swan song through the ages.

(3) Flower and Moon Festival of Qujiang Painting Bridge

Bloom's flowers are falling, the clouds are rolling, and the vicissitudes of life are hidden in the swaying shadows, bright or dark, but equally calm and generous, quiet and detached, showing a profound artistic conception in the noisy world.

The stable structure of Chang 'an gives people a simple and tough feeling, while the complex historical traces reveal a touch of sadness in the bones of the city.

This kind of temperament is unique, unrepeatable, unassuming and restrained. It is the loneliness of knowing the shadow when dancing, and it is also that wild and intoxicating. Unique mental outlook and core, immersed in the picture of time, elegant and graceful, magnificent and strong in style.

In this mature and full charm, history is intertwined, the surface is calm, the inner atmosphere is myriad, and rationality and sensibility are brought into full play. Sadness or joy are deposited in the heart, so there is wine and flowers. Chang 'an city sings old songs in the fragrance of wine and dances thin in the shadow of flowers.

Chang 'an also has rich and beautiful times, such as peony and pomegranate flowers. The spring breeze dyed the water green, and the songbirds awakened the grass. At that time, the tea was full of fragrance, and Yue Xian wrote poems, expecting fragrance. This bustling and noisy scene is a colorful picture scroll, which is slowly unfolding in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

A huge enthusiasm, a colorful feast, which lasted for 322 spring and autumn, is the best time, the most pleasant intoxication and the most luxurious epitome in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

On the banks of the Qujiang River, women dressed in ancient costumes have bright eyes and are beautiful and moving. The embankment is full of twists and turns, pink and green, filled with smoke, full of water and butterflies flying. Birds disappear with the wind and sway with the waves with their thoughts. It has become a scenic cruise place and a luxurious and lively dining place.

From the imperial palace "Yichun Xia Yuan" in the Qin Dynasty to the royal gardens in the Western Han Dynasty, and then to the Furong Pool and Furong Garden in the Sui Dynasty, Qujiang has already presented a scene of repeated spring forests and green waters. In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, prosperous couples were brought into full play. There are countless banquets, wild and free receptions, cups of wine always set each other off, talented people and beautiful women abound, and paradise on earth is full of flowers, so much so.

The most exciting and joyful thing is the apricot garden banquet when the Big Wild Goose Pagoda was nominated, and the biggest dream of ten years of cold window has come true. Is the word "hi" enough? Even Meng Xiao, who reached the summit at the age of 46, couldn't hide his ecstasy. "The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang 'an flowers can be seen in one day. "Bai Juyi was spirited and wrote the poem" The youngest of the 17 topics of Ci 'enta ",and he was filled with pride. The cultural heritage and symbols of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and Jixiang Temple were perfected in Qujiang's carnival.

This height has become a historical high point. The magnificent architecture shows the greatest wisdom, the thought of a hundred schools of thought shows the sublimation of the realm, and the colorful humanities and arts satisfy the spirit and make the soul leap, thus making this most mysterious and gorgeous dynasty enjoy the glory of making a name in history.

This height can be read in history books or measured with your head. The height of Leyuan Scenic Area is striking and obvious. The terrain here is high and wide, and the vision is broad. It is a place where you can climb high and overlook. The courtyard shaded by willow trees and the bank of blue waves and red flowers can be collected under your eyes and treasured in your heart. And many literati and heroes are drunk in this bleak and harmonious spring, drunk in the splendid prosperity in the depths of the sunny sun.

"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." This poem by Du Mu is the best portrayal of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Things have reached a certain height, and if they can't move forward smoothly, they will inevitably decline rapidly, and so will history. The Anshi Rebellion ended the golden age of the Tang Dynasty, and Qujiang in its heyday became a gorgeous figure and a colorful brand.

The music garden scenic spot written by the poet was lost in the dust of history and disappeared in the memory of future generations. With the area getting smaller and smaller, people can no longer feel the splendid scene of the past. Only in the poems carved on the stone pillars can they find the romantic poetry and feel the magnificent atmosphere.

Today, the scenery of Datang Furong Garden remains the same. Pavilions and pavilions in the garden are built with a lively flavor. Stone bridge occasionally undulates, simple and beautiful; The cloud tower is magnificent, the atmosphere is extraordinary, and the poetic forest is full of cultural atmosphere. On the high cliffs of strange stones, ancient poems are engraved in various fonts. People passing by often can't help singing a few words, which makes people feel like they are back to the era of poetry. It's just that the ancient Tang Cheng in the garden seems a little deserted. Handmade workshops and small shops with wine flags are rarely visited, which makes the thoughts roaming in the Tang Dynasty mercilessly pulled back. The prosperous Tang Dynasty is really gone forever, and its glory has already ended in that most beautiful movement.

Colorful Qujiang, romantic Qujiang, like a song in March, fell into the water without a trace. Even if the dreamer leans against the railing, he can't recover the lost time. What they lost is destined to be a mystery forever, and no one can give a complete answer.

Light-colored, thick-skinned pictures are constantly splashed on and basked in rice paper, but we can only stand on the other side, peeling off scars with our fingers, penetrating our backs with our eyes and touching our souls with our hearts.

This is also a kind of reading and feeling.

(4) Baqiao is romantic and difficult to stay.

Any place that can arouse people's association has unique and unrepeatable characteristics. Baqiao, a name that has been sung over and over by poets and awakened by people who have been gone, trudges slowly from gorgeous words, full of loneliness.

Baqiao Bridge is the only place to go east from Xi 'an. According to Lu Yong, "This place is the most important place in Chang 'an. Anyone who goes in and out from the west and the east must pass through it. "This shows the importance of Baqiao's geographical location, but Baqiao is so famous that so many literati euphemistically grieve and sigh for it, not only for its geographical prominence, but also for its deep loneliness and sadness, helplessness and heaviness. Baqiao, in many people's minds, is not a simple place name, but a literal symbol and a spiritual symbol.

Baqiao used to have a name called "Forget Me Bridge", which probably means "Forget Me, nothing else". Compared with the name Baqiao, the meaning of ecstasy is simpler and more straightforward, but because of this, it lacks some artistic conception and connotation.

The flying flower bridge on the bridge entered the water, and the people crossing the bridge were heartbroken. Since ancient times, parting is the saddest emotion. Turn a circle, eyes will be separated. What a forbearing emotion, what a boundless tone. This is a cold and bitter picture, which is more and more profound, euphemistic and sad against the backdrop of weeping willows and birds.

There are always some scenes as elegant and chaotic as thoughts, which makes people sad. Those poetic poets and literati have deeply blended these feelings and scenes, whether bold or profound, explicit or implicit, into an extreme realm, which makes people walk into the long river of history just by imagination, empathize with each other, sigh three times and wet the railing with tears.

"Farewell every year, snow flying on Baqiao" can carve the pain of parting into an indelible landscape, and Baqiao is probably the only one. Baqiao snow, such a beautiful cold landscape, how can people not hold hands in the catkin-filled spring, their eyes hazy.

I just don't know whether the tears that leave people can float into a light cold drizzle, whether it can lead to mellow wine fragrance, drench the unresolved worries and drench the unforgettable injuries. If not, can you let the long willow branches hold the footsteps of walking and let the water of Baqiao take away this silent throat?

Green willow unintentionally, leaving people intentionally, holding a horseshoe and shouting a name, with bitterness between warm lips. Are the steps that you want to walk and stay, the lips that you want to complain and rest, the fingers that you want to hold and put back, the willow branches that complete the bridge or the parting?

I'm speechless without my feelings. When I came to Chang 'an, Baqiao really should go, but after thinking for a long time, I finally gave up the idea of going. Are you afraid to feel the pain of parting, or are you afraid that you can't pursue the imaginary truth? None of them are known.

In this way, sitting in the car and passing by Baqiao Bridge, Chang 'an behind him is like a history of ups and downs, just like a life in which things are always different in a cycle, turning over gorgeous chapters and silently imprinted in the long corridor of history. Thick historical smoke drifted through the window and finally disappeared without a trace.

Chang 'an has always stayed in the dream. The city is now called Xi 'an.