Just after noon, the sky was covered by a few clouds, giving people an oppressive gloom. It's late autumn, but I can't hold back the warmth. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows through, picking up the scattered dead leaves and dancing coquettishly on the wide and straight Suzaku Street. From a distance, the ancient city looks a bit old and gloomy; but there is no denying that this is still a bustling city in the world and the eternal center of the empire.
The glazed tiles of the Daming Palace have lost their luster and look like an old man who has witnessed the rise and fall of success and failure. The seams between the blue-gray bricks and stones are covered with moss, covering up the traces of the scenes of swordsmanship and blood that happened here, and softening the ever-cold solemnity of the city wall. Here is a palace that is unparalleled and unprecedented in the world. The majestic and majestic palace, the buildings with simple shapes and elegant colors are scattered in an infinitely wide space: leaving aside the royal glory that envelopes it, this breadth itself will make anyone who is in it awe-inspiring.
