Yesterday, at the top of the Star Plucking Tower, as my friends pointed out to Pei Ye the myriad twinkling lights of this vast city under the moon,
the brightly lit swathes near and far, each incredibly square and orderly like a chessboard, are the one hundred and eight blocks of Shengjing. Only the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty has such regulations, constructing a city with millions of residents so meticulously, like a sea of lanterns on land, truly "White Jade Capital in heaven, Chang'an City on earth."
And within such meticulousness, looking to the north, one finds a boundlessly expansive group of buildings not adhering to the regular block system, majestic with solemn grandeur. Continuous golden eaves and jade tiles glimmered under the moonlight, standing out even within the already prosperous and mighty Imperial City, undoubtedly the heart of Shengjing—the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty.