A pillow of yellow beams, dreaming of the late Tang Dynasty.
He once looked at the distant war smoke of the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the remnants of historical records, and saw the broken mountains and rivers and the loss of life.
I woke up suddenly and returned to the winter of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty.
It's still Li Yu, the crown prince's residence, Mang Mountain is still undecided, and the bloody shadow of Xiangji Temple lingers.
The old traces in the history books are like the gentle fluttering of butterfly wings, brushing away the regrets filled with bones and blood.
When he woke up from the dream, he didn't want to be trapped in the deep walls of the palace.
I want to walk out of the palace and see the world that I have been guarding and trapped in for my whole life.
Look for the prosperous Tang Dynasty that can never be returned to in that dream.
He walked through the cold wilderness, saw Du Fu's thatched cottage, and understood the suffering of poor people without a home;
He rubbed the remnants of the stele, learned about Ashina's grudges, and solved the difficulties of the border people's survival;
He looked far away at the isolated city in the Western Region, and saw that the city was full of white-haired garrison soldiers, not giving up an inch of ground, and not feeling cold;
Finally, on his way home, he picked up Pugu Huai'en, who was heading to Chang'an and ending his life in the army.
In the midst of the thousand-year torrent,
His life was just a glimmer of light in a long night.
It cannot illuminate the entire mountains and rivers, nor can it restore the passage of time.
But he devoted everything he had to illuminating his own purity and benevolence throughout his life.
He turned back time, and finally at the end of time,
Waiting for that long-overdue February spring breeze that belongs to him alone.
As that wisp of spring breeze blew by, he realized that it was not he who illuminated the Tang Dynasty, but the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty that illuminated his half-life.
Intention: to walk through the fireworks and dead bones in the frontier fortress, to guard the common people with an inch of heart, and to comfort the life with the faint light.