The ancient city of Chang'an, the land of thousands of years of historical precipitation, I embarked on a spiritual journey in this ancient city on the night of the New Year's Day.
Snowflakes are falling in a poetic manner, dotting every corner of this ancient city, as if bringing me into a fantastic world of ice and snow.
When night falls, the lights come on, and Chang'an City is shrouded in a layer of mysterious colors. I walked through the bustling streets, walked on the old bluestone paved roads, and felt the unique charm of the city. The snowflakes fluttered above my head, as light as a fairy, and they gently landed on the ends of my hair and shoulders, bringing a hint of coldness, but also extreme gentleness.
Walking through the night of Chang'an City, I felt as if I had traveled back in time to a thousand years ago. The ancient city wall looks more majestic and solemn against the snowflakes, and every brick and stone seems to tell the vicissitudes of history. I gazed at the city wall quietly, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. It has witnessed the prosperity and decline of Chang'an, as well as the rise and fall of countless heroes.
Walking into the city, it is even more unique. In the narrow alleys, antique houses are scattered, and red lanterns are hung high, adding a touch of warmth to this cold winter night. As I walked slowly down the alley, I heard the sounds of the old cries of selling, the hooves of horses, and the melodious sound of the piano. These sounds are intertwined to form a vivid picture of life in the ancient city.
On such a special night, the flying snow in Chang'an City also seemed to become different. They spin and jump in the air like dancers, and then slowly descend to the ground. I reached out and tried to catch the flying snowflakes, which melted into drops of crystal water in my palm, as if they were a precious gift from nature.
Walking in the night of Chang'an City, I not only felt the city's rich history and cultural heritage, but also found a sense of tranquility and serenity in the snow.
At this moment, I feel like I am isolated from the rest of the world, in a pure and unflawed world. There is no hustle and bustle here, only the sound of falling snowflakes and the peace of mind.
One. The soul walks in the night of Chang'an, and the moon reflects the thousand-year-old ancient capital.
The snow is lightly fluttering on the ground in silver, and the cold plum is accompanied by the dark fragrance.
The sound of the jade flute is full of poetry.
Dreaming back to the prosperous scene of the Tang Dynasty, I still hear the poetry and the moon mingling.
Second. The soul walks in the snow, and the ancient city of Chang'an is clear at night.
The cold plum blossom is fragrant and far away, and the old trees and silver flowers are dazzling.
The moon shines on the palace wall and hears the phoenix, and the wind blows the ancient alley with the sound of poetry.
This scene is unforgettable, and I dream of meeting again in Datang.
Third. The ancient city is snowing in the new year, and the night and moon are new in Chang'an.
The palace lights shine on the Zhumen, and the royal willows hang down the jade.
Poetry and wine are merry and talented, and sheng songs are graceful and beautiful.
Prosperity is inexhaustible, and the eternal elegance reflects this moment.
Fourth. Chang'an is snowy at night, strolling through the ancient city to remember the old years.
The moon shines on the palace city like a brocade of flowers, and the wind blows the ancient road willows like cotton.
The poet is drunk and lying in the restaurant, painting the saint in front of the jade hall.
The eternal elegance is still there, and I still hear the orchestra of the prosperous age.
Fifth. The snow is not in the middle of the year, and the moon on the ancient road of Chang'an is like frost.
Hanmei and snow smile in the wind, and the ancient willows reflect the moonlight.
In the lonely alley, watching the lights on the side of the street.
This situation is intoxicated, and I dream back to the good times of Datang.
Sixth. The soul walks in the snow fluttering, and the moon is like frost at night in Chang'an.
The bells of the ancient temple are heard far and near, and the lights of the meditation room are shining brightly.
The prayer in front of the Buddha is pure, and the incense burning in the furnace is melodious.
I wish to be at ease in this life, not asking about the world, only smelling the fragrance.
Seventh. The ancient city is full of snow in the new year, and the night moon in Chang'an is beautiful.
The jade step incense is scattered, and the golden palace curtain hangs and the candle shadow is biased.
Sit alone and listen to the pine rhyme, and watch the lights shine on the flowers.
At this time, the mood is like flowing water, and endless sorrow is like a sea field.
Eighth. The night snow in Chang'an reflects the heart, and the thoughts of strolling through the ancient city are linked.
The moon shines on the wall of the palace and the flowers move, and the wind blows the willows of the ancient road.
The past thousand years are like clouds, and the eternal rivers and mountains fall asleep.
Looking back on the past, many things have turned into dust and smoke with the snow.
The ninth. The soul walks in the snow, and the night and moon in Chang'an are bright.
Hanmei is proud of the snow and fragrant sleeves, and the green bamboo frost festival is clearer.
Alone to find the old man, raise a glass to invite the moon to get drunk with poetry.
Dreaming back to the prosperous era of Tang Dynasty songs, the eternal elegance reflects the soul.
Its tenth. The snow in the ancient city is flying, and the night and moon in Chang'an are nestled.
The red makeup is wrapped like jade, and the green wine and gold bottle do not return at night.
The poetry is full of merry and talented, and the piano is accompanied by graceful and beautiful people.
The prosperity is inexhaustible, and the dream of returning to Datang will raise a glass again.
Solemn Lane Yang Bayi February 03, 2024
On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month of the year of Guimao, it is solemn in the solemn lane of the ancient city of Chang'an --- and Hepingfang.