
Do Not Sweep Red
by Zhou Laokang
About This Novel
I walked through the mist of thousands of years and bathed in the wind of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Look at the fireworks coming from all nations, so colorful. Under the solemn silence of the six armies, there was the pain of cutting off a loved one. People with immortal souls never belong to the deep palace. As time goes by, the mountains and rivers are no longer in the palm of my hand. The green leaves planted by you and me are turning red again. People with gray hair never sweep away their red hair. Later generations left it, "Inscribed on Xuanzong in the Western Palace". Look, the autumn leaves are falling and the dew is strong, and the moonlight in Chang'an is different from the ancient times. Listen, the jingse strings are ringing, and there are so many concubines in the cold wind. Welcome, little baby, welcome to No Sweeping Red. This is the era of our prosperous Tang Dynasty.
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