Chang'an Situation

Reminiscences on Phoenix Stage** Years have passed, and the world is wide. How can there be gods in Wushan? Ink is splashed in the rivers, and the poetry is lingering. Even if the gold statue is too white, the fish is too heavy, and the letter is simple duckweed. The stars are as old as ever, the cold wind blows, and the lights are dim in the middle of the night. Eyes focused. After returning to the pass, you can see where the chariots and chariots will go. The apes are singing in the forest. The shallow eyebrows are as warm as water, and the humble room is full of soup. How to turn around the age of three, never cut off the love, the golden zheng on the red carpet. As a woman, the stars have passed and the years are unknown. Don't even talk about love! Try writing a poem or a novel to express your regrets. Everything comes from life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.