Jinyang Soul Dream

I don't think this was a dream I had in the dormitory of Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts. The joys, anger, sorrows, love, hatred, and resentment of that life are still vivid in my mind. Is the road from Chang'an to Jinyang a thousand-year pursuit? And you have been waiting in silence for thousands of years, just for a word of forgiveness? Or is it to go to a spiritual appointment a thousand years ago? The setting sun in the ancient city of Jinyang is like blood. The handsome masked god, King Lanling, flutters in his clothes. He is wearing a white robe and golden armor and holding a long-handled halberd. His war horse neighs and the beloved comes towards me. He calls me warmly and affectionately: "Ruo'er——" The words are still in my ears, thinking that I am alone, who can share it with me? "Chang Gong, you said we will never be separated..." There is no trace of the palace on Tianlong Mountain. Why did I return to Chang'an from Jinyang? The warm fragrant gauze tent recalls the past, and the past is vague. Iron horses and glaciers, riding together on the battlefield are difficult to separate. The longing for farewell to the ancient city lingers, and my love has been broken ever since. Even if we meet, it was just a dream a thousand years ago. ——Inscription