The soul of a city is the legend drifting in the long river of history, the sighs and admiration floating in every corner, carrying the ups and downs of the city, and constructing the entire city on the city buildings. The appearance, after thousands of years, is finally dissolved into the flesh and blood of everyone in the city, repeating the cycle, becoming a unique cultural landscape.
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An imperial atmosphere
Chang'an is a place that countless literati dream about, a place that they always look up to deep in their hearts. It has not only shouldered the millennium thoughts of countless literati and poets, but also witnessed the romantic affairs of countless heroes and beauties. It has established a monument that is unmatched in history and has been looked up to and worshiped by countless people. Therefore, I am extremely reluctant to replace it with "Xi'an". After all, the word "Xi'an" is too thin and cannot carry the weight of the three thousand years of culture of the ancient capital, nor can it show the ambition and pride of the Han and Tang Dynasties a thousand years ago. It seems too immature. You know, the ups and downs of the Thirteen Dynasties cannot be carried by every word.
Although I have met Chang'an many times in my dreams, I have never really seen the true face of Chang'an. It's not that I don't have the chance, but I don't know how to face the heavy feeling of Chang'an. He has not started yet, but in the end he is no match for the thoughts in his heart. After a boat trip, when I finally settled in Chang'an, I was already impressed by its momentum. Although Chang'an at this time is no longer as prosperous as it was in the past. It is occupied by towering high-rise buildings and cut by twists and turns of roads. It is busy with traffic and crowded with people, showing a different kind of prosperity. Naturally, It is not as good as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Although it is prosperous, it has lost its intimacy and is invisibly shut out from thousands of miles away. The breath it exudes tells the story of its pride and loneliness. However, wherever my eyes and thoughts reach, an inexplicable atmosphere becomes thick and lingers in every corner of Chang'an, attracting my eyes to wander through the alleys of the city, unraveling years of regrets. Occasionally encountering an unknown monument, with a feeling of longing, it is difficult to calm down, just like seeing an oasis when you are desperate after a long journey in the desert. Breathing softly to calm his restless mind, as the swaying ancient wind slowly entered, what came into view was a wooden chair that was dilapidated and dusted by time, as if no one had sat on it for a long time, and as if no one was qualified. Just sit there and enjoy yourself. With a pious heart, I took small steps forward, stood still here, and gently brushed away the smell of time with my sleeves. Suddenly a sense of oppression arose spontaneously, and then evolved into a roar of unwillingness, shaking off the dust of time on his body. I could clearly see that the gaps between the bricks and stones were filled with the joys and sorrows of the prosperous times and the chaos of war. , engraved with the heroic dream of the emperor and the unification of the country and the unparalleled pride of the world, I feel the call of thousands of years, and I once again fell in the dream of Chang'an, a dream for a thousand years.
Tonight, the wind is light and the clouds are calm. I am sitting quietly in the house alone. Amidst the scent of tea, I open a book that is already covered with dust on one side. The yellowed book records the history of the founding of the Chang'an Dynasty as the capital. Bit by bit, like the confluence of small rivers, smooth yet domineering, it was finally engraved in my mind into a period of unruly years for the world to admire.
In a trance, I saw Qin Shihuang riding the wind along the isolated island of time, riding the wind from the smoke of history, waving the long sword and whip in his hand wantonly, and guiding the Qin Dynasty behind him among the light and shadow of the sword. The power of the national tiger and wolf, the sword pointed at the mountains and rivers of the Six Nations, swept wildly across the land, stabilized the bumpy rivers, and created unparalleled great achievements. Overflowing with pride, he looked up to the sky and laughed, sitting casually in his palace, staring at the six former princes kneeling at his feet, silently. In the air, a crown that attracted the world's attention was raised to the vast sky, and finally placed on top of his head. At this moment, he was domineering and had the aura to control the fate of the world. He eliminated all the soldiers in the world and gathered them in Xianyang; his chariots and chariots were on the same track, Han and Han were in the same language, and he unified currency, weights and measures. Hold a country in the palm of your hand and carve it carefully. However, ambitions cannot withstand the vagaries of the times, nor can they withstand the anger of the people, and the turbulent mountains and rivers will eventually be displaced. The cries of burning books and humiliating scholars, the boiling fireworks of Afang Palace, the accumulation of bones and blood on the Great Wall, finally made the sun, moon, stars, lakes, seas and rivers inlaid with your soul lose the season of shining China...
On the banks of the Wujiang River, a strong man with disheveled hair still held his unruly head high, still flaunting his unique domineering aura. Although he was alone and his body was already scarred, the Han soldiers behind him did not dare to take a step forward. Everyone knew that he was the arrogant overlord in the past; everyone knew that he led three thousand soldiers with one man and one cavalry, and the whole army was destroyed. Killing a hundred thousand soldiers, shaking the eternal great cause of the First Emperor; everyone knows that when the overlord is angry, Afang lights up the torch, enfeoffs eighteen princes, and orders the world, no one dares to disobey. But who knew that the Overlord was also a tender-hearted man, and his heart-breaking sorrow when bidding farewell to his concubine moved the world. Slowly turning his head, listening to Wu Jiang's anger, and looking at the Han army who wanted to move but dared not move, he once again filled his head with the pride of being proud of the world, raised his head to the sky and roared, resolutely and resolutely put his sword on his neck, With a slight stroke, the blood flowed down the sword tip and into the surging Wujiang River, making Wujiang angrier.
He ascended to the throne at a young age and was promoted to the rank of Ninth Five-Year-Old. He was a being above tens of millions of people. He could decide everything in the world and the fate of everyone in the world. How high-spirited he was.
But he knew his situation, with the constraints of his grandmother inside and the eager eyes of the princes and kings outside, how embarrassing it was. While hiding one's strength and biding one's time, while strategizing, with a burst of pride, one can open up a clear sky gracefully. Set up China and North Korea, with power divided inside and outside, and a single ink pen can decide the affairs of the court; push favors, take power from the center, and play with the princes and generals in the applause; emphasize Confucianism, guide the country, and use the Four Books and Five Classics to form a song to unify thoughts The cry. Facing the rising prosperity, he smiled knowingly, frowned, and whispered softly: "Anyone who offends our Han will be punished no matter how far away!" Although his voice was not high, it caused a lot of ups and downs. Listening to the long and short songs released by the gentle breeze, I happily waved my sleeves to try to remove the faint smile on my eyebrows, looking at the thousands of heroes who had long since disappeared into the distance, I was filled with pride, and my long-cherished wish finally came true. Let the sword emblazoned with awe-inspiring righteousness play a scene that will last forever.
Facing the tyranny of the Sui Dynasty, he encouraged his father to raise an army and volunteered to be a pawn to fight in all directions. In every battle, he must take the lead, brandishing the long sword radiating cold light, ruthlessly cutting off the enemy's head, and conquering half of Li Tang's mountains and rivers in the conquest of blood and fire. After going through the baptism of blood, the young man who used to be a high-spirited young man has long since lost the tenderness that should have existed, leaving behind the sad and vicissitudes of time. Facing the roar of the arrowheads, the ambition of the past was once again ignited in the open chest, so at the Xuanwu Gate, he drew out a long sword that could steal the sky and change the sun. Brothers killed each other, and stirred up a beautiful sun. . Faced with the increasingly powerful things in the pocket, he freely expressed his long-cherished wish to revitalize China. He opened his mouth widely and inspired thousands of his people with his high spirits. The king and the people worked together, and on the ancient road of singing and singing together, they painted a strong mark on Li Tang, which is enough for future generations to look up to. In the end, he succeeded. In the voice of Tian Khan, he engraved his immortal soul on the monument of time.
It was still calm outside, but what I looked up to deep down in my heart had already shaken my weak soul. I'm thinking about how important Chang'an must be to be able to shoulder the ambitions of emperors and generals, to watch with a cold eye during the ups and downs, to wander wantonly on the ancient roads of time, and to write my own poems for future generations to devoutly pay homage to. And pay homage.
Er Hengge Leap Horse
However, the expression of the emperor’s eternal heroic sentiments and the establishment of unparalleled great achievements are destined to be watered by the red blood of countless soldiers, making the beautiful The mountains and rivers are becoming more stable. Therefore, in those prosperous times when the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, there was hidden too much blood and tears of the soldiers. They left their hometowns and went to war, using their own flesh and blood to build a solid city defense, protecting countless civilians. Perhaps while people are sitting around the stove, drinking and chatting happily, they are wandering among the narrow paths and wandering in the Gobi desert, undergoing the baptism of blood and fire, and the entanglement of life and death. You must know that the 800-mile Qinchuan River is filled with flames of war and gunpowder smoke, filled with the shouts and sounds of soldiers charging. They are dying all the time and killing the enemy all the time, but they only have a horsehide left to wrap their broken bodies. .
Traveling through thousands of years, facing the place where the soldiers once fought, I heard the shouts of the soldiers, saw their passion for defending the country and killing the enemy, and their sincere faces, which made my mood change. I became more and more excited, recalling the endless grace of the soldiers, and feeling the ups and downs of Chang'an years.
I saw in an ordinary residential house, a sick old man holding a beautiful sword. He was slightly dazed, but whispered: "I have killed too much in my life, and the battle of Changping alone is enough." But die!" But he looked unwilling, perhaps thinking of his title - the God of Death Bai Qi. He comes from a martial arts family and has been diligently practicing martial arts since he was a child. In the autumn of troubled times, with his enthusiasm as a soldier, he defeated the allied forces of South Korea and Wei in the Battle of Yin, and then captured the capital of the Chu State, which shocked the six countries and attracted The soldiers and civilians who went abroad swore, "Although Chu has three households, Chu will definitely destroy Qin", and in the Battle of Changping, he killed 400,000 Zhao troops, which made him famous for a while. However, he, who only knew how to march and fight, could eat meat and drink wine with his soldiers, but he could not avoid the speculation of the king's heart and ended up in the situation of death. He looked at the armor on the wall. There was a little dust on it. It seemed that he had not tried it on in recent days and it was no longer as heroic as before. Suddenly, the sword he was holding quickly crossed his neck, and blood flowed along the tip of the sword to the ground, and also to the place where he had fought.
In the court hall, he was filled with emotion when faced with the emperor's comment that "the battle must be won, the attack must be captured, I am not as good as Han Xin." He thought about those hands that had gone through the years, and it was these hands that gave him a bowl of white rice, so he could survive; he thought about the humiliation of the scoundrel's crotch, and it was this humiliation that inspired him to make great achievements in the future. motivation; he thought of Xiang Yu, an upright and heroic hero who died at his own hands; he thought of Xiao He, the confidant of life and death who chased him for a month and changed his destiny. But he thought more of his military exploits, when he was trusted by the Lord, received orders in times of crisis, and discussed major world affairs. He built a plank road in the Ming Dynasty and launched a surprise attack on Guanzhong, laying the foundation of the Han Dynasty. He defeated Han and Zhao in a last-ditch battle and became famous in the north and south. With great military exploits, who in the world can compare with him? He never imagined that it was precisely this military exploit that caused his death at the hands of a woman, leaving the world with a regret that was wasted.
The sound of the wind is like a distant flute sound, rippling over the lonely wasteland, blowing through the soldiers' hair, echoing the soldiers' excited shouts, and also catering to the lights and shadows of swords that should exist. When the war was raging, a young general held a long sword that shone with cold light and waved it wildly, but every sword move would definitely kill the enemy's head. Affected by it, the soldiers' bloody spirit was inspired and they won a difficult war. He was riding on a bloody horse, looking at the Xiongnu corpses lying all over the wasteland, his originally sharp eyes became even sharper. Once upon a time, the Han Dynasty was weak and was bullied by the Huns. They could only exchange peace with the princess in exchange for marriage. This was a shame for the Han army. However, the Holy Emperor was wise and used all the troops in the country to attack the Huns, so that the Huns did not dare to cross the Great Wall. Thinking that he was only eighteen years old, he personally led 800 cavalry deep into the enemy's rear and won a great victory. Then he went on three expeditions across the rivers and once again raised the power of the Han army. It was really an honor for a soldier. So when faced with the emperor's reward, he just answered Eight words - the Xiongnu are not destroyed, how can we call home? These eight words explain his desire to join the army. Soldiers should protect their families and country, and they should be wrapped in horse leather.
Today, the smoke of gunpowder has long since left us, but the bloody battlefield figures of those generals and soldiers are still shaking in the tunnel of history, as if they want to return to the battlefield, drink together, and drink together. Eat meat and create another brilliant record. You must know that every prosperous period and every stable environment is followed by the blood and tears of countless soldiers.
Three women in Chang'an
Perhaps in the memory of most people, Chang'an is a heavy place, where countless emperors and generals are here to guide the country and play with everything. The huge mountains and rivers are carefully carved, so that every plant and tree becomes refined. But behind this unparalleled pride, there is also the endless tenderness of the alluring beauty. One strong and one soft, the balance of yin and yang makes Chang'an more and more real. Therefore, it can become old but not lose its vitality in the gray history, and can be desolate but not lose its soul. Finally, it leaves endless imagination for future generations and allows people to respect it devoutly. .
Men have been passionate since ancient times. In their dreams, they recall the emperor's peerless grace and unparalleled pride, and are deeply immersed in it. In a trance, I saw a swaying figure floating into my mind, coming like a breeze. She lowered her head and said nothing, interpreting her secret in her own unique way, and finally engraved it into a piece of wind and snow. The past events of the night make people envious and sigh, not knowing what to do.
In the eyes of the world, she is destined to be vicious. She can make a concubine that her husband loved very much during his lifetime into a human pig for his son to appreciate. How vicious the method is. However, who knew that when she was in her prime, her father took her as a "gamble" to marry Liu Bang, who was more than ten years older than her. From a young and ignorant rich girl to marrying a middle-aged man with a son, even though she didn't want to , or under the oppression of the world, slowly resigned to his fate and fell into the reincarnation of fate, caring for his husband and raising his children. A woman, in the turbulent late Qin Dynasty, although she was displaced and wandered between life and death many times, she always supported her husband to stabilize the world with her fearless spirit. Who would have thought that when he came back from Dingding in the mountains and rivers after experiencing life and death, his husband would have a new favorite by his side, and he would already be far away from him. The scene she expected did not appear, but her heart was broken, so love and hate began to wander in her heart. Against the backdrop of the cold moon in the deep palace, she smiled sweetly in the wheat field and never looked back. She began her life of manipulating the wind and clouds, plotting to kill. Han Xin, who killed Peng Yue, exterminated Yingbu, suppressed rebellion, and attacked separatism, step by step embarked on her own path and wrote her own rules. Perhaps when she was dying, the most she thought about was not the power that could determine the world and the wealth that would last for thousands of years, but Wuji's childhood and the years spent with her husband. Although they were poor, they were peaceful and contented.
Who is dancing on the palm of your hand under the deserted moonlight? Looking at the woman from a distance, she has a slim and beautiful figure, leaning on the railing to catch the wind, as if she is about to fly. But if you look closely, the slender figure looks more and more isolated and lonely against the cold moonlight, which makes people feel a kind of pity out of thin air and want to stop. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, she was so honored to be favored by the emperor among the harem of three thousand beauties; she held the power of the world and could decide the affairs of the world, but she was criticized by the world for her cruel methods. So many auras and sins make it increasingly mysterious. Who knows that she was once a young and ignorant girl from the Zhao family. Although she came from a humble background and was prone to the embarrassment of life, at least she was able to depend on her sister and not fall into endless palace battles. However, everything was destined. God gave her beauty, but she was destined to travel alone on a difficult road. By chance, she was noticed by the emperor, and her ups and downs in the palace began. The flower-like beauty and astonishing talent attracted the emperor to stop him day after day, but invisibly he got the label of "disaster for the country and the people" and became an accessory of politics. In the end, in the cruel politics, accompanied by graceful dancing and infamy, Xiang Yuyu disappeared Lost, returned to dust, dissipated between heaven and earth. I don’t know how she should comment on her life in front of Naihe Bridge. Whether she is lucky or unfortunate, maybe only she knows.
In late autumn, the new moon rises suddenly, and the grass and trees are already withered and yellow. From time to time, there are howls of wolves, which makes the huge grassland look more lonely and deserted.
Wang Zhaojun, holding a pipa, still looked up in the direction of his hometown, wondering if his relatives were well? He frowned slightly, probably thinking of the time when he voluntarily went out to get married, secretly wondering how courageous he must be. She clearly remembered that the sunset that day was particularly red, as if it was sending her off in her own way, reflecting her bright red wedding dress. Although she married far away from the Great Wall, she had no regrets. With her efforts, the Hu and Han tribes achieved a peace that had been rare for many years. It can be said that "for three generations, there was no barking of dogs, and no fighting between the common people and the common people." However, as a woman, she is naturally a little resentful. After he was conscripted into the palace, he has always lived in the deep palace, living in fine clothes and fine food all day long, living in the jade palace and the palace. He has long been confused by his humble self. Day after day in the palace life, with only the moon always accompanying her, she was like a bird in a cage, almost fettering her entire youth as a girl. In order not to waste his youth in the deep palace, he resolutely embarked on the road out of the fortress, holding the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of the Han Dynasty with his willow waist, but he silently drank the loneliness of the rivers flowing backward, and with The scenery outside the Great Wall looks at Chang'an in the distance.
In front of Mawei Slope, with her long hair flying, she has long lost her grace and innocence, and she has long lost her innocence. Under the pressure of many soldiers, she held a piece of plain white silk, Taking difficult steps, he slowly walked towards the blooming pear tree. She stopped and slowly turned her head, looking at the man she loved deeply, but only his back, and her eyes gradually became moist. Thinking of Saburo's unique favor, which allowed her to maintain the heart of a daughter in the endless palace battles, the corners of her mouth gradually became slightly curved. It is with Saburo that I can give full play to my talents, compose the song "Neon Shang", dance by myself, and make Xiao with Saburo. I am so unhappy. But memories are memories after all. For the sake of Saburo's empire, he must die. She slowly turned her head, took big strides as hard as she could, and walked forward, toward her destiny and completing her reincarnation.
Beauty from country to country, beauty from country to country, a topic that remains unchanged through the ages, is destined to become an indispensable part of Chang'an. Why the Country Is So Beautiful not only exaggerates the pride and ambition of emperors and generals, but also exaggerates the tenderness and romance of women. Despite the ups and downs of political turmoil, women often become victims of politics and are stained with the dust of history. But Chang'an is fair, and the stories of those women are recorded in a unique way, waiting for future generations to tell.
Four Paintings and Green Dyed Sleeves
When I was a child, I often heard Li Bai's "Long Acacia" recited: "Long Acacia, in Chang'an. The autumn weeps of the sky are the golden wells, and the slight frost is desolate. The mat is cold..." At that time, Li Bai, who only knew the boy, seemed to be wandering among Bashan, looking at Chang'an in the distance and missing Chang'an, but he didn't know that Li Bai was full of infinite longing for Chang'an. In his opinion, there were dashing emperors, charming concubines, bustling streets, teahouses where literati and poets gathered, romantic encounters with talented people and beauties, and his own future in Jinxiushan. The charm of Chang'an attracted countless literati and poets to come and worship, but they became more and more intelligent because of their talent and heroism. Although the books and articles that carried them have turned yellow after thousands of years of nourishment, their high-spiritedness and pride in guiding the country overflowed from the yellowed paper and still inspired us to make great progress.
Who was playing the Yaoqin in Wenjun’s boudoir, playing and singing the eternal masterpiece "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", secretly conveying his feelings: "The phoenix is ??soaring, and the world is begging for the phoenix. The helpless beauty is here, Not on the east wall." The emotion moved with the sound, which aroused the young girl's heart. She was panicked and didn't know what to say, and then she thought of elopement. Faced with the embarrassment of life, as a talented man, he put aside his status with a beautiful woman, married a house and sold wine, which became a legend. However, he was not a thing in the pool, but he won the appreciation of the emperor with his "Zixu Fu". From then on, he rose to prominence and had a prosperous official career. However, he did not know that literati did not understand the cruelty of politics after all, and were eventually hurt by politics.
Perhaps in the eyes of the world, he is an almost arrogant and unruly immortal. He lies drunk in Chang'an, can make the concubine hold an inkstone, and the powerful man take off his shoes. He claims that "the emperor can't come on board the ship, so he claims that I am a wine drinker". "Immortal" is so chic. However, who would have known that when he was five years old, he recited six schools of thought and when he was ten years old, he observed a hundred schools of thought. He was originally a young genius, capable of shocking hundreds of miles around. However, when he was young, he fell in love with mountains and rivers very much, so he left his relatives and traveled far away, so that he could witness the vast mountains and rivers of the motherland. However, the charm of the landscape has never been as good as his own ideals. With the promise of "strengthening his wisdom and willing to serve as an assistant, so that the whole region will be settled and the sea county will be unified", he entered Chang'an with a sword, but left behind "the joy of living" A glass of wine, why should the anger of "thousands of years of fame behind you" go away. However, when he returned to the mountains and forests, he was no longer as young and frivolous as before. Facing the bright moon, he invited his own shadow to drink together and express his grief and indignation "cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow again, raising a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow." , and then splashed ink, integrating his emotions into the poems he brought, and mourning with the eternity.
What a miserable scene it must be when the wealthy family is full of wine and meat, and there are bones frozen to death on the road; how it must be that there are tens of thousands of mansions, and the poor people all over the world are covered with joy, what a feeling of concern for the country and the people; How helpless it would be for an official to retire due to old age and illness. He was supposed to have a stable life, but despite the depression of being defeated many times, he always cared about the safety of the world. He wandered around in the wanderings, facing a slender plain pen, and captured the vast mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty and the people. All the sufferings were written into his poems, all of which were concerned about the livelihood of the people and the safety of the country, but he ended up in the embarrassment of "the leakage in the bedside room has no place to dry, and the rain is like hemp on the feet without stopping".
But he never looked back. He felt that his destiny was to carry the weight of pain on his delicate shoulders to comfort his lonely soul.
The literati have long gone, but their articles and poems are always in our mouths and are catchy. However, we can also get a glimpse of the emotions that the literati wanted to convey between the lines, whether it is happiness, worry, or pain, all of which are closely related to Chang'an. It is precisely because of the rich emotions of these literati that the heavy feeling of Chang'an becomes more vivid.
The five charms still exist
Although Xi'an at this time has long lost the prosperous scene of Chang'an, every inch of Chang'an's skin is marked by history and stained by too many The taste of time. As time goes by, the memory of Chang'an gradually becomes blurred, as if it had never existed before. However, those relics that once witnessed the scene of Chang'an still stand in the world, always retaining the memory of Chang'an, silently listening to people's memories of Chang'an, and also quietly recounting the magnanimity of Chang'an back then.
The Terracotta Warriors and Horses are a world of clay sculptures, but here you can feel the historical atmosphere of that long-ago dynasty. Its politics, military, culture, art, etc., were condensed into one point in a specific time and space. , created a monument and once again demonstrated the power of the Qin army. They were arranged neatly, with gentle faces, silently guarding their king, as if time had quietly eliminated their majesty between heaven and earth. However, after thousands of years of darkness, they appeared in a gray-yellow light, unveiling pages and pages of dusty history, letting us know that they once scrubbed blood-spattered armors and dyed them by the clear Jing River. The entire Jinghe River turned red, redder than the setting sun; they also allowed the unstoppable unified chariot to crush the decadent six kingdoms and the ancient times, and unified the world; they once made the 300,000 Xiongnu in the Hetao Grassland drink their swords and become frightened, and from then on Dare not take a step across the Great Wall. Listen, what a powerful horn that is, so deafening! It was their shouts, accompanied by the triumphant songs that resounded in the sky, at the moment of walking on the ancient road of history. Only the Qin army could not defeat the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe, and played a magnificent imperial era. Only the straight clay sculptures were left to continue to inherit. The glory of the Qin Dynasty.
As far as the eye can see, on the top of Liangshan Mountain in the northwest of Xianyang, a wordless monument stands proudly. The monument is mottled but full of historical vicissitudes. I climbed up the moss-covered ancient road and walked on the Shinto. My eyes never let go of any of the scenery around me. A stone tablet, a stone statue, a wisp of pine and cypress, and a stone carving can all bring people infinite imagination and make them People can feel the splendor and luxury of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Standing quietly in front of the wordless monument, you can see that there is no name on the forehead of the monument. Only the head of the monument is carved with eight chi dragons. They are cleverly intertwined. Their scales are clear and their muscles and bones are exposed. They are still and dynamic, and they are full of vitality. They can't help but make people feel alive. Showing a kind of silent awe. Then my restless thoughts began to float, thinking of Wu Meiniang, Wu Cairen, Wu Zhaoyi, and a generation of empresses. As a woman, as a wife, as a mother, as a generation of emperors, how complicated and wonderful it is to have the misery, tenderness, unrighteousness, loneliness, and iron-blooded focus on oneself. However, a complicated life is far beyond the capacity of a single inscription? But it was still accommodated, but there was no writing on it. At this time, no words were better than words, leaving future generations with infinite imagination and remembrance, and also gave people a new understanding of the Queen's self-confidence.
Among the many monuments, the city wall of Xi'an left too many impressions on me. Seeing that the city wall is thick, square and towering, it gives people a sense of solidity, solemnity and formidability, and also gives people an inexplicable sense of security. The gray wall tiles are fired with rich cultural heritage. The tall and stable figure, with the posture of a military strategist, tells the story of the rise and fall of the past dynasties. Looking at the green bricks that have been eroded by wind and rain for thousands of years, the color is blue and black mixed with deposited yellow, which gives rise to a sense of historical vicissitudes. Who would have thought that these green and black city bricks had once held the gaze of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, that Li Bai's romantic and heroic shadow had slid across them under the reflection of the bloody sunset, and that they had also pierced the Huns' smoke. Tear apart the rebel soul of Anlu Mountain and protect the safety of the people of Chang'an. Although it has traveled through thousands of years, the city wall is still silent, quietly staring at every corner of the land of China, amidst the ups and downs of history, it has begun to stretch, as peaceful as a mountain.
Chang'an has long gone, but the memory of Chang'an always lingers in the track of history. Although Xi'an is far more prosperous than Chang'an back then, it has long lost its glory and dreams. Although there is only one word difference between "Chang'an" and "Xi'an", they are thousands of miles apart. Because the city of Chang'an has the noble lineage of the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, carries China's most glorious civilization, and has placed the yearning and longing of many people on it, ultimately creating an eternal watch.
Chang'an's wet dream, a dream for a thousand years.