When I woke up from a dream, it was already the grand scene of Kaiyuan.
Yang Xuanhe, a modern young man, fell into Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty in Hanfu. He was as prosperous as a dream, but penniless and unable to move.
Musical girl A-Hong's harp song was the first sound of warmth in his despair;
The identity of an old brother of the Sui clan was the starting point for him to gain a foothold in this glorious and prosperous age.
From setting up a stall in the West Market, the thin gold body and ink shocked everyone;
At night, we talked about the past and present, and the Bodhisattva expressed his nostalgia in his poems.
He repaired the house, tuned the piano, tried cooking, and interpreted every bit of this era with modern thinking.
However, under the prosperous times, there is an undercurrent.
He attracted the attention of the famous minister Song Jing because of his logical complaint;
Because of his exquisite calligraphy, he will meet the poet and calligrapher.
The torrent of history is rolling forward, and An Lushan's ambitions are expanding.
During the fifteen years of Tang Dynasty's dream, I saw prosperity, glimpsed crisis, held arms, and protected mountains and rivers.
He once played a song with Wang Wei, watched Du Fu write "Spring Hope" in tears, and followed Guo Ziyi to recover the mountains and rivers.
But the most unforgettable thing is still that day when we first met in the Western Market, the sound of the konghou made the entire prosperous Tang Dynasty tender.
Dreaming about returning to the Tang Dynasty is a dream and a journey home.
What he left behind was more than just a running song.
