Seventeen years ago, a rebellion lasted for eight years, forcing Feng Chao to move the capital from Chang'an to Luoyang. Seventeen years later, the storm started again.
There are people who belong to a noble family, are full of literary ideas, and travel thousands of miles to help those in danger.
There is someone who captures the bright moon, clearer than pear blossoms, whose life experience is secluded and whose heart is blue.
There are people who join the army as young men, with a strong fighting spirit and a fierce loyalty, and the Long River passes through the mountains.
Someone in Xuanyi splashed ink and planned for several years to seize the mountains and rivers in the southern Xinjiang and the northern part.
There are also people with green hair and beautiful faces who are disrupting the government and deceiving the king; there are people who are cold and forbearing in white clothes; there are people who dance on a high platform to pray for nectar; there are people who feel sad and homeless under orchids and jade trees; there are people who study hard with their hair tied and do not avoid danger...
When the meager pages of Qingshi sternly bury all the joys and sorrows and romances, the moon on the Gusu Terrace shines like a mirror on the west, shining on the river city, illuminating all the old dreams and the faded light.
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