In the eighteenth year of Jiayuan, there were two people standing on the city, their clothes rustling.
Looking back, I saw the hanging eaves and hanging walls, and the tower overlooking the world.
Looking long, I see vast mountains and rivers, and the people are happy.
My dynasty is mighty, and I have my own long song of Luan and Phoenix.
————"Dajing City Chronicles"
Intention: There is a mystery in the great scene, who can trace it?