Poems describing the prosperity of Chang 'an are fragrant and full of golden flowers.
On March 3rd, the air was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking along the Chang 'an River.
I heard the song blowing in the dark, and I knew it was Chang 'an Road.
Hundreds of families are like a game of Go, and twelve streets are like vegetable fields.
Nine doors of heaven reveal the palace and its courtyard, and the coats of many countries bow to the pearl crown.
Weishui receives yellow rain, and there are new things everywhere. The palace is surrounded by mountains, and the clouds and forests are sky blue.
The wind dances and the Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Nanshan enters the city in autumn.
Chang' an street is even more narrow and evil, with seven cars.
After the snow in Chang 'an, it looks like spring, and the accumulation of elements condenses into brilliance.
Selling wine is a secret place, once the building is 100 feet high.
Chang 'an Jiucheng Road, Qili Wuhou's home.
Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn.
Where did the sentence describing the prosperity of Chang 'an go today? Behind the tea in Chang 'an is the sea under the moon, and dreams are like dreams. Whose wine lamp is the rippling moonlight in the ancient city?
Chang 'an, my past life must have been lost in your place.
Otherwise, how can there be so many memories that suddenly look back in a trance?
Otherwise, how can there be so many deja vu surprises in a volume of history next to my pillow?
Fingertips touch the mottled ancient city walls, and I sing the hazy chapters in my dreams alone, watching the misty rain drift into your most beautiful poems.
I walked slowly all the way, into the legendary heroes and beauties waiting every other month, into those fragrant flowers and famous swords lingering.
The red lanterns in Fangcheng once again lit up the sleepless night, and the noisy strings were still urging people to enjoy themselves.
Amid the noise, a peony city is stunning, reflecting your drunken face.
Who's that? Five-flowered horse, golden hair and silver turtle, now the Ming Dynasty is drunk.
How to use thinking, on impulse, I raised my pen and fainted.
Between dripping and dripping, the pen is like a cloud, and it is soft and timeless.
A young man with a sword like the wind is charming and graceful, bound by a tall horse building and weeping willows.
Xinfeng wine, Qingfeng sword, Baishou became famous and paid jokes.
I'm so angry. I'm singing Wanli
The beauty that adds fragrance to the soul, the euphemistic singing, and the exquisite dancing on the makeup floor.
Green lyre, Huanhua stationery, sparkling mirror to see Chanjuan.
No bitterness, capture the sky and clouds.
Gradually out of the turbulent crowd, look up, it is already the long hall of Daming Palace.