Beauty, extreme beauty, sometimes instead evokes timidity, even spawning a destructive desire to obliterate it. Like a delicate porcelain piece, its flawlessness breeds fear of contact, fear of shattering the serene harmony.
It's like a beautiful girl, when her beauty reaches an unattainable level, it's as if those sordid matters between men and women become mere desecration.
It's like a stunning flower, when it blooms, many harbor an evil thought to pluck it, but you deeply agree with the ancient saying that it can only be admired from afar and not played with disrespectfully.
At this moment, Chang'an City is exactly like this, flourishing and prosperous, music and dance abound, crowds throng the streets, laughter and cheer resound endlessly, lanterns are decorated, flags flutter, a scene full of vitality.
The Empire's Dragon Banner flutters in the wind, symbolizing the strength and glory of this nation, stirring pride in every Great Tang citizen's heart.
