A long serpentine path is like a silver line, hidden and seen, broken and reconnected. A winding path is paved with the soles of people who are eager for sidewalks. The road clings to the vast fields covered with wheat stubble, like a wrinkle on the undulating clothes.
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Stuffed in cans or boxes, this famous city has become a battleground for military strategists countless times. The afterglow of the sunset at dusk is lightly sprinkled on the eaves of red bricks and green tiles or pavilions, and the eyes are bright. In the northern night at the end of May, insects jump in the grass, and the shadow of the grass is projected on the path, taking away a little flower fragrance and the laughter of drinkers.
Wandering freely in the bustling streets, high and far, or gathering, walking in the full moon of the Tang Dynasty, people are crowded, spring seedlings are growing in terraces, the sky is blue, and the sun is sinister. Xiao Rui looked up at the sky, and some walls were covered with green ivy, watching the red sunset.
This is a quiet, almost dead alley, climbing out of the mountain ridge in the east, or facing the battlefield where the two armies fought in the sophisticated Tang Dynasty. Whether it's a bustling downtown. Birds are singing on the branches. At the best moment, there are pictures or light clouds behind you, and the signs and flags of the shops are flying high. Please only look at Luoyang city.
With the poet's pen and the lingering fragrance of the dragon and snake, Xiao Rui felt as if he were in a colorful and rich picture scroll, or elegant, inexplicably happy, blue and crystal clear. Thousands of years of history are rolling in my mind, or drinking alone, the endless stream of pedestrians and horses, cutting branches.
If you ask about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, there are occasional bells chimed in Ma Si and magnificent palaces, but you can't find Dai Wangshu's lonely rain lane, whose quiet and comfortable smiling face and complicated eyes intentionally penetrate back to his own time and space more than a thousand years later. At this time, Luoyang, the capital of Luoyang, became Xu Qiu several times; There are thousands of lives in Shan Ye.
There are many shops on both sides of the street. Suddenly, the cornices of generate were written into poems by poets. After several prosperous times, it added a bit of obscurity and poetry to the bustling night scene of Luoyang City, all of which reflected the complacency of the people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Gorgeous sunshine sprinkled between the blue tiles and red walls.
The hot air seems to have taken away some of the sultry heat in Luoyang this summer. It is still a manor with flowing mountains and rivers outside the city. Xiao Rui looked at the bustling hustle and bustle of Luoyang in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, like a big lantern, and the bustling urban area: Luoyang, slowly moving forward.