The setting sun is like fire, and Chang'an is like a dream.
In the dream, the silk was like snow, and whose cunning and indifference played a role in the story.
When I woke up from the dream, the flowers bloomed in the mountains and rivers, and who became whose nightmare again.
The legend of Princess Gaoyang and the reign of Zhenguan, which was at its peak, were knots and calamities.
Since you can't avoid it, take control yourself.
At night, the cool breeze blows, and I look at the moon and bring the clouds back.
I can't tell you all about the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and I can't count the many marriages at that time.
The clouds return, the clouds return.
If you are looking forward to the return of the clouds, I will be shocked and fall into peach blossoms.