Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

This is the Tang Dynasty Cui Hu's "Title Capital City Nanzhuang". It is said that after Cui Hu went to Chang'an to participate in the Jinshi exam, he met a beautiful girl in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, and revisited this woman on the Qingming Festival the following year, so he wrote this poem. After a thousand years, every time future generations recite this poem, they can follow the poet to recall the encounter that passed by thousands of years ago through this single word.

But for the teenager in front of him, it was only a few decades ago. It's just that, facing the ruins in front of him, he no longer has the same mood that Cui Hu was in at that time. Decades have passed, and the Tang Dynasty is like the sunset in front of him, only a little smoke is still scattered in the sky.

Since the Anshi Rebellion of the Tang Dynasty, the prosperous era is gone like a passing cloud, although the war is peaceful, but the dynasty is full of devastation, the people are displaced, the countryside is barren, and the city is dilapidated. This famous Celestial Empire was broken in this war. Later, although there were occasional virtuous and virtuous generals, they were all weak.

The Huangchao Rebellion in the fifth year of Qianfu even drained the last trace of the spirit of the Tang Dynasty. After the rebel army was exterminated, there was a lot of mourning up and down Shenzhou, ten rooms and nine emptiness, and all ethnic groups in the frontier were ready to move. The former unified Central Empire was shattered, the Central Plains was divided and separated, and the Turkic Uighurs rose one after another, and everything seemed to return to the scene of the Wuhu chaos hundreds of years ago......

"Zimo red dust is blowing on the face, and no one is looking at the flowers." At this moment, the verses of a poet I met some time ago inexplicably appeared in my heart. Perhaps at this moment, only this poem is a true portrayal of himself.

It was quiet for a long time, but the young man sighed helplessly. Looking at the blurred shadow of the wall of Chang'an City in the distance, he shook his head.

The surrounding barren mountains are still there, and the Taoist temple is gone. Under the sunset, the cold figure stood alone in the cold wind, slowly merging with the sunset, quiet and solidified, distant and blurred, as if it had passed through thousands of years.

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