Thousands of years of Beijing have passed by, and the world of mortals has gradually disappeared.
Accompanied by kings and beside princes, where can I find peace in the vast world?
On the bank of willows, the sound of the flute is slow and my thoughts are far away.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the time when she was twelve years old, when the dream began.
Chang'an at that time was busy with traffic.
PS: This work cannot be applied for due to its subject matter. It is purely the author's own incision. Please give the author a minimum of respect. In June this year, I will graduate and leave Xi'an. This is my farewell project and will be completed before graduation.
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