Don't miss the prosperous place of Chang'an, the years of Kongjiao will be wasted. The world laughs at me for being obsessed with Chang'an, but in fact, my heart is that part of the world. The wind is blowing gently, and fallen leaves are flying all over the ancient walls by the Wei River. A wisp of lovesickness is sent to the distance, and a parting heart is broken; the dust covers the past, and the flowers bloom for a time to recall the old fragrance; look towards the city of Chang'an with all your heart, and remember that time for the rest of your life. The wind ruffles the water surface of the Wei River, and the fallen trees rustle across Chang'an. Everyone said: The way home leads to Chang'an, where the deepest feelings of the old man are hidden. But no one knew it. Looking to the northwest, the mountains blocked the traces of sight.
The wind rises again, the water flows from the Wei River, and the leaves dance gracefully over the ancient city. Walking in the alleys of Chang'an Street, you can enjoy the snowflakes and the boundless scenery. Looking at Chang'an City in the distance, the shadow appears in front of you. The horse is dressed in anger, the young man is crazy, and he travels all over Chang'an Fangfei in one day. The wind blows through Weichuan again, and yellow leaves adorn Chang'an. Bai Hao drank and wrote thousands of poems, lay drunk in wine shops, and slept on the streets of Chang'an. The wind is proud, the horses' hooves are flying, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. There are thousands of stars, but they are not as bright as the lights at night. When the fireworks are in full bloom on Chang'an Street, you look back and smile, captivating the city and the country.
Concept: ancient costume romance