The Tang Dynasty Mourned at the Beginning of the End of Prosperity

I am always afraid of one word: millennium, because it means close to infinity. Those evocative pasts are vaguely scattered on the endless shore, until the never-ending time drowns them. But - Tang, that history that makes all Chinese people proud will always be in their hearts and linger in their hearts. In the dream, is it the palace? Marketplace? Or the place called "Pingkangli"? It didn't seem to be important anymore. What was important was that the blood spilled stained the imperial city red and frightened the dreamer. He appeared in a dream, carrying the hope of an empire, but passed away along with the dream. Only colorful memories were left, making the entire empire fall into nostalgia... A dreamlike story, A bloody time, Also, a little bit of innocence and warmth;