Distant time and space, a hundred years ago.
The simplicity and elegance of the early Tang Dynasty, and the prosperity of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. But it's just a dream, like a dream.
The world of mortals is chaotic and complicated.
All love is like this, turbulent and contentious, sleepless and immortal.
The beautiful first encounter that began in the Tang Dynasty was reborn as the world turned around.
He passed through the prosperous times, passed through the glory and splendor, and accumulated them into ancient poems.
Is it love or not?
Between love and non-love, love is deeply rooted.
If everything is peaceful and peaceful, why are there so many worries?
Painting Pepsi into a book, I just hope that I can have a lifetime of leisure.