Sunlight shines through the leaves of the big banyan tree in Yongling Tea Garden, shining the bamboo, wooden tables, chairs and benches under the tree mottled. The long porch shed is covered with a dense fragrance of Qili Fragrance, white and pink flowers bloom at their peak, and layers of green stretch from the tips of grass at their feet to the sky. The smell of vegetation growth can be smelled in the air. Willow trees, small-leaf fig trees, yellow jue trees and ginkgo trees all seemed to have woken up from a long nap. Bonsai, bamboo fences, and river water all began to whisper in the wind. It was a spring afternoon, not a holiday or a weekend. The tea garden in Yongling was quiet and tranquil. The zither player with a high bun on the grass has his eyes half-open, his arms are raised gently, and his hands are touching the strings. It is like a dream but not a dream. Let's listen to her elaborate on the previous dynasty. What else can she do in an afternoon like this other than memories...

That was the third year when Wang Yan, the second emperor of the former Shu Dynasty, ascended the throne. The huge and luxurious Xuanhua Garden was completed. In order to facilitate access, the little emperor ordered people to build a special water and land palace to connect Xuanhua Garden. "In the middle of the night, the boat carries my home, and the red wax at the water gate slopes." Hundreds of palace ladies dressed in colorful clothes stand on the colorful boat holding candles. The candlelight illuminates the water on spring night as bright as day. On one of the largest colored boats, the court band and kabuki were performing a gorgeous song and dance. The clear and melodious music echoed throughout the city, and the graceful dance shook people's hearts. They were singing the words of former prime minister Wei Zhuang:

Spring Festival Gala, the wind is warm and Jincheng is full of flowers. Kill tourists like crazy, whip with jade and gold, chase victory and light the dust, cherish the good times.
Cui 'e argued to persuade Linqiong to drink wine, with her slender hands brushing her face and weeping silk willows. In the smoke at home, the bells and drums are dusk, and the darkness is intoxicating."

Jinli, Silkworm Market. The streets are full of green pearls and thousands of red makeup. Jade cicadas and golden finches, precious buns of flowers chirping, and embroidered clothes are long.

When the sun is reclining, it is difficult to see people, the brothel is far away, and the teams are facing each other and the clouds are scattered. I don't know where tonight, the orchids are deeply locked and separated from the fairy village.

However, the little emperor didn't seem to like this former prime minister, who was worried about the country and the people, and was talented. After the old emperor Wang Jian passed away, Wang Yan, who ascended the throne at the age of 17, began a life of indulging in sex and pursuing happiness. Listen, he made the musicians stop and the kabuki people change their songs. "The brilliance shines in the five clouds, and the moon shines in the Xuanhua pool. The moonlight is like a palace flooded with water. It's really crazy not to get drunk with wine." This was the speech made by the little emperor himself. He held the cup in his left hand and held the bat in his right hand. He shuttled among the dancers, enjoying himself as a god. He was not interested in the vigorous drum music that the old emperor Wang Jian, who was born as a general, liked. He had long ignored the Zhenggu, Qi Drum, Maoyuan Drum, and Dashi Drum from Xiliang, Gaoli, and Qiuci. It seemed to be possible to hear the atmosphere of the battlefield in the sound of such drum music. He also disliked "vigorous dances" such as "Sword Dance" and "Hu Teng Dance". Only soft dances such as "Green Waist","Spring Warbler" and "Echo Music" are his favorites. Listening to the names makes people think, but two Jie drums have been left in the band. This kind of small drums comes from India. The sound of the drums is crisp and lively, lively and lovely. When the dance reaches its strongest place, the sound of the Jie drums is loud and the music stops, leaving only the drums that are as urgent as raindrops, the dancing waists, soft eyes, and fluttering skirts, which are dazzling and irresistible. Suddenly, the drums stopped, and so did the dancers. Everything seemed to be still. An instant later, the silk, bamboo and wind pipes came in one after another, and the dancers danced gracefully and sang melodious...

Ah, in the stormy late Tang Dynasty, the former Shu State established by Wang Jian in Chengdu was like a paradise outside the world.

Shu is far away from Chang 'an, with high mountains and mountains blocking the smoke of war. The fertile land and mild climate. Under Wang Jian's hard work in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the former Shu government was "full of granaries" and all industries flourished. In addition, many talents and heroes from the Central Plains followed or came here, and the Shu people were also curious and happy. In this way, although he was born as a general, Wang Jian could imitate the Tang Dynasty's government rules, singing and dancing and singing in his small court. But in his later years, Wang Jian, who accepted remonstrances with an open mind, was humble, frugal and generous, gradually became old and sleepy, and became arrogant and indulgent. He also got the eldest and youngest Concubine Xu who were outstanding in beauty and some talent. The palace's food and clothing were luxurious, and he was intoxicated in singing, dancing and feasting all day long.

By Wang Yan's time, the entire court was completely shrouded in a luxurious and lascivious atmosphere. In Wang Yan's short 25-year-old life, the only thing seemed to be having fun. Objectively speaking, his gameplay is really a renovation and unbelievable. Writing lyrics and composing music, beating drums and singing, kicking balls and playing shuttlecock, riding a "meteor chase" to collect folk songs in the countryside, setting up open-air imperial kitchens on the lawn of the court, building village workshops and wine taverns, making dragon boats and lantern riddles, studying flowers, planting exotic grass, pretending to be an immortal, and of course, chasing beauty. He really played a little emperor who indulges in his passion and loses his will by playing with things.

Years of smooth weather, comfortable food and clothing, coupled with such a court atmosphere, the folk style of feasting, music and games has become increasingly popular.

"Silk pipes are growing day by day in Jincheng City, and the wind is halfway into the river and halfway into the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, so that the world can hear it several times." Every spring in March and April, folk tours Huanhuayuan and Jinjiang ships often sing strings and pipes, meeting day and night. Sometimes, the sound of competition between silk and bamboo from hundreds of cruise ships organized by the government can spread throughout dozens of miles. Palace banquets, common people's songs and dances and even Buddhism and Taoism outside the country. There are often huge band scenes in Buddhist stone carvings, and the Taoist music of the Dongjing Sutra is also melodious.

The flower market, the medicine market, the lamp market, hiking, autumn outing, moon appreciation, and plum viewing. There are many festivals all year round, and the long ones are happy gatherings. It seems that every season is fresh, and every natural beauty is worth watching and cheering. The people of Shu are full of inspiration for the changes in seasons and the growth of vegetation, flowers and stones. God has given us such a good soil feng shui. What reason is there not to appreciate it? Spring flowers and autumn moon are not just natural steps. How can people stop singing? This kind of festive excitement is really missed. What kind of intoxicating joy it was.

When can the lyrics of "Huajian Ji" appear if they don't appear at this time?...

The sound of the front is vague, the flute, flute and zheng, the pipa claps, and the drums are working hard. The 24 musicians are still singing and dancing in the deep palace every night. Their clothes are yellow and red with apricot blossoms, and their eyes are as clear as autumn water. However, the previous dynasty has gone with the flowing flowers and spring. The emperors, kings and generals have also turned into bones, but their beauty and talent have been preserved forever.

Thinking about who stared at them from afar and whose hands carefully carved them, he knew that he would resurrect them a thousand years later...