PS: This article is reproduced from my cousin's Chang'an Fantasy Night. Because I like it very much, I want to share it with everyone!
What color is Chang'an in your heart? The palace of the First Emperor who wiped out the world, and the silent city guarded by terracotta warriors and horses, seemed to be a cold bronze light. What about Chang'an with its peony liquor, Li Bai and Du Fu, and its colorful and feathery clothes? Is it the crimson color of wealth or the brilliant golden color? Or is it the gorgeous and mysterious emerald green? Maybe there are more incredible colors? Like the Dunhuang murals, like the flying music and dance, all kinds of strange colors rolled into clouds, holding up the dream city higher and farther, so that people in future generations can look up at it, and at the same time, they have a familiar feeling that is both illusory and real. The scholar holding the white horse on Suzaku Street, is it you, isn't it you?