The Drizzle of the Phoenix Trees Has Passed Through Autumn Several Times

The Tang Dynasty traveled to an imaginary era, growing up slowly over the years, becoming glorious and sinking slowly, with love, hate, killing and tenderness. Drifting along in a bloody official career, riding the wind and waves with a woman who looked at him all the time. When the sword was broken, the mountains were still intact. He returned to the place where he wanted to make a date with her. She was still waiting, but the love between children was like a few drizzles that could not wash away the blood of the sycamore trees. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.