Loulan Fantasy Night

This is a story that happened in the Han Dynasty. Prince Fasemana of Loulan and Zong Ji Ruoxi of the Han Dynasty met in the chaos of war. A deep love that transcended national boundaries was so fragile but so strong in the dispute between gold, leather and iron horses. I want to write about a love that is as vast as the desert and as long as the south of the Yangtze River. If I were on the sandstone by the Kongque River, I carved with trembling hands: "Xiaoxiang's soul is separated from the bright moon, looking through the shadows of clouds on the quiet steps, the light waves are playing neon clothes, and they want to fly south." If you can see it, can you wait for me among the faint mountains and rivers...