The ancient cities have been reduced to the ground over the years, and the green tiles and flying roofs have been turned into ashes... Only the poems - and the souls entrusted by the poets to them, can be passed down and passed down. They are the stars that countless future generations will look up to. They are young people who are helpless in the tide of the times. ·You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. ·Write stories about the poets I love. For the time being, I will include Wang Wei, Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi. I will add them gradually in the future. There may also be poets who appear. I will write this slowly. I will start it before the year.
Intent: The stars of the Tang Dynasty shine brightly