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Dreams return to Chang''an, fresh blood stains the Xuanwu Gate, and only endless sorrow remains in the depths of Taiji Palace. The sound of "the people are water, the ruler is a boat" still echoes over the land of Chang''an. However, the iron hooves of foreign tribes have once again trampled the Jade Gate Pass. What hatred can be added to this? In his tomb, Li Shimin sees his descendants suffering, what kind of angry cry should he let out? The railing has been patted all around, but only nine states are sinking! My chest is also filled with a sense of suffocation, and I wish I could cross the long river of history, pluck the stars, and hold the sun and moon, letting the universe turn upside down. Never mind, as I listen to the sound of ghosts wailing outside the window, autumn rain pattering, I''ll take up my pen and write a new chapter for the prosperous era of Li Tang, removing the dark parts. My Great Tang has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of golden armor and iron horses, emperors who swallow the sun and moon, brave generals who have fought a hundred battles and bathed in blood, high-ranking officials with tall hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, filial piety and prosperity, this is my Great Tang, my "Tang Brick".