Dreaming for Thousands of Years

Although the dreaming season has long passed, I always have a different feeling for the things of the ancients. I don't even know why I have such a puzzling classical complex. If you look at it from an idealistic point of view, perhaps it is an innate sense of nostalgia! I have always loved history. History is rich and broad because of the accumulation of time. I am in love with classical elegance, and the beauty of charm that penetrates from the inside out floats in front of my eyes, like a splash-ink landscape painting; on a foggy morning, there are the subtle singing of birds, the fragrance of ink filling the room, and the vague sound of flute in the distance. In short, the classical feelings left me with a fresh, elegant, elegant and graceful beauty. When playing guzheng music, such emotions will arise in my heart, and my mind will also recall that era when the breeze was bright and the moon was bright, there were flowers and trees, tea and wine, poems and paintings; there were champions, carriages, and beauties! If time can really go back, if there really is a space-time tunnel in the universe, then; I am willing to travel through thousands of years, walk in the light of thousands of years, dream back to the charm of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and condense in the mist and rain...