Your light shines on every face, but no one knows it. For thousands of years, you have been the source of enthusiasm for the new dynasty and the broken dust of the old mountains and rivers.
Time is rolling up smoke at your feet, but you will never change.
In the undulating and rolling world of mortals, your forever young image flashes across the vast sky, and the majestic light shines from your clothes engraved with mountains and rivers geography.
The short story is over, can I say that the ancient capital is personified...
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