🌿 [Hancheng Ancient City: Fireworks Chang'an in Time Fold] Qingshiban Road wakes up in the morning mist, and the lanterns and moths in the ancient streets of Ming and Qing Dynasties are intertwined into paintings. Touching the colorful clothes of Chenghuang Temple in the Ming Dynasty, it seems that you can feel the smell of gold powder 600 years ago. Before the Dongying Temple mural, the pencil sketch sound and Guan Yudan's gaze made history breathe. In the old house at the end of the alley, the paper-cut artists who inherited five generations cut out the pepper pattern. The hot mutton stew, the sweet pulp of the oily horn, the sweet yellow river of sour soup, intertwined into the ancient city memory on the tip of the tongue. In front of the Confucian Temple in the afternoon, children chased pigeons and ran across the Zhuangyuan Bridge, and the thousand-year-old text became the horn wind bell. Lanterns light up the ancient city under the night, Dongying Temple murals light and shadow, the sweat of the drum performance refracts the rainbow. In the morning of separation, the farmer's wife selling pepper sprouts in the south gate of the city made time stop in the fresh breath of Hancheng's soul, hidden in the wrinkles of the old man on the corner, in the years of the blue brick seams.