Born and raised in Chang 'an, this city is destined to become an indelible memory in my heart.
Chang 'an City, which has a history of thousands of years, has always stood there, guarding this quiet land. Sometimes it seems to be shrouded in a mist, which is the depravity and desolation described in Jia Pingwa's "Waste Capital" and the resistance and cry expressed in "White Night". Sometimes it's like young people dreaming of cities. Outside the south gate, under the moonlight, the strings of filar silk awaken the sleeping dream, and the whole step of falling flowers fascinates the hero's eyes.
Bai Mei falls into the stream, and yellow-tipped willows come out of the city wall.
I'd like to join you, if I may,
Standing on the mottled ancient city wall, look up.
Look at the fleeting time of history,
During the day, it is a glacier dream that Jinge iron horses are in droves.
At night, it is a dancing skirt that flutters every night.
In front of Changle, pear flower falls pressed Haitang, and Tongque Spring couldn't lock the yard full of lovesickness.
Outside Anyuan Gate, there is an unstoppable silence and vicissitudes, and the rain can't reach the depths of the old city.
Ring the bell and beat the drum.
Who has guarded a city with his whole life, who has a dream that cannot be blown away.
The ancient city of Chang 'an is dotted with stars. When you wave your hand, it will eventually become a scroll.
There are thousands of stories. Looking at them at night, every sentence is a railing.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
She is such a woman.
At the edge of the lotus pond, the bell rings and the steps shake, and Jin Chai takes a break every year.
Xiao Xuan window, dressing up, a faint rouge drunk matchmaker, called Saburo.
However, the world of mortals has broken, and the three armies no longer unload the ponytail slope until the horseshoes step on those moths, leaving only a song of eternal hatred.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, how do you know you're flirting?
A generation of grace, a hill of loess.
You are at the forefront of the battle, waving flags and shouting.
Even if the machete is full moon and the armor is shining, it can't match the magnificence of your blood.
After reading this page, I admire your loyalty. The newcomer in the family is naturally a person, and it is also a dream of valuing the country and despising the hero.
Wild geese fly to their native land, and tourists look up to the sages.
At this moment, I am at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, feeling the tranquility of your downtown.
The Wild Goose Pagoda in those days was a clean altar for sages to worship saints.
The Millennium has passed, and the years have passed.
You awakened generations of Chang 'an people with your sleeping memories.
The yellowed tower is accompanied by the perception of the new era.
I hope old friends can cross here and open the dusty complex.
May we miss here and meet here.
If it's okay,
Go to Chang' an again,
Love Chang' an again
To appreciate the past of Ming and Qing Dynasties,
To feel the breath of the prosperous Tang dynasty that has dispersed for thousands of years.
On the road of life,
I want to move forward with the memory of Chang 'an,
It has nothing to do with snow, one journey after another.