Chang'an

The old friend's face was like snow when he came, and he was lying on the couch in the autumn shadow of the blowing clouds. Three hundred songs of white jade and red flowers, who sings in the spring breeze in Wuling? The wind blows and the sand swirls and moves, and it lasts for years without any growth. Outside Yumen Pass, there is such a large area of ​​flat sand desert. After the wind stopped, the yellow sand in the sky gradually dissipated. Like a fleet of dragons marching across the flat sand, the sergeants' armor was like silver scales, shining coldly in the sunlight. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.