The moon over Chang'an today once shone upon the city of Chang'an.
So many tales of rulers and ministers, told with laughter and a gentle breeze.
A thousand-year dream of curious tales, watching mountains remain unbowed,
A single roll of honors and fame, buried beneath layer upon layer of dust.
The moon over Chang'an witnessed a dynasty rise and fall, while the city itself saw through the discontent of the world. The chronicles are as sharp as a blade, yet no match for the fame and fortune that make countless people bow and scramble for more…
The charm of history lies in the boundless room it gives later generations for plausible imagination. But history can also be dry. This book weaves in a little imagination and a playful style within the framework of official history, so the past need not be a stagnant pool. Please feel free to use your own bold and reasonable imagination to fill in the shortcomings of this humble work.
