In everyone's mind, there is a hazy and beautiful imagination of the western regions. In my mind, it is the vines all over the mountains and the dusty desert; It is a group of sheep moving freely on the grass and a roast whole sheep mixed with charcoal ash; It is the endless Gobi desert and tame camels; It's a beautiful woman with deep eyes and a straight nose, and a foreign man driving a carriage indifferently ... At first sight of this book, I was attracted by the eyes of the woman Leng Yan on the cover and the dark blue shawl that occupied the whole cover. Blue is neither as clear and bright as the sky nor as gloomy and deep as the ocean, but a mysterious and charming elegance and tranquility, as if a silent hint, letting me know that I will follow her into a period. In the form of poems, essays and essays, this book records the beautiful women who once moved out or stopped in the western regions. She gradually restored an old time that belonged to those beautiful women with women's sensitive and delicate hearts and emotional romantic words. Wang Zhaojun's melancholy and loneliness, Xi Jun's youth and sadness, ChristianRandPhillips's silence and desolation, Cai Wenji's humiliation and sadness ... Through her description and imagination, those memories that were dried in the lonely smoke in the desert once again restored a prosperous and fruitful scene. And those happy or sad past events, as if within reach, are swaying in the breeze and colorful. More often, with its beautiful monologue, this book brings us into a dreamlike colorful reverie, as if we were in an endless desert, feeling the vastness and desolation of the western regions in the sound of horses' hooves drifting away, picking up those gloomy memories lost in time and splicing them into familiar or unfamiliar stories. Among them, my favorite stories are bathing, Wang Zhaojun, Xi Jun, Cai Wenji and Xiongnu women. When Nanzi wrote these stories, he should have been careful. Therefore, beautiful writing and proper psychological description make people feel that they are not reading history, but going deep into life and touching the subtle feelings that pass by in their hearts. Reading history in this way may be due to personal preference and speculation, mixed with strong feelings, but this is what I like. Because the stories recorded in history books are usually orthodox, it is inevitable that they will appear a bit monotonous. From Where is the Beauty to A Love that Swallows Everything, from Life as usual to This Life is Only for One Person, and now this book, The Age of Beauty in the Western Regions, explains the legend of women in the Western Regions ... In recent years, there are more and more such books on history, poetry and drama, especially among female authors. Although some of them are still naive and biased towards certain history, they are still worthy of attention. I think that the records of historical books and the illusion restored in imagination by combining historical facts may be like different sides of a crystal ball, which can reflect different light behind the story from different angles. However, when I read it, I found that the structure of several stories was a little chaotic and the transition was abrupt. For example, the story of Iparhan and the Silk Messenger, which describes silk. Because of too many historical references, combined with the author's own writing, I feel a little out of tune. It seems that words are always wavering in plain and imaginative romance, and there are obvious stitching traces between paragraphs, as if they are not sure about their own writing. Imagination just started, and then stopped in a hurry, becoming evidence that they really existed. Several legends about ChristianRandPhillips's experience have been repeatedly speculated in the article, which seriously affected the coherence and logic of the story, so that I sometimes need to read the story artificially in two parts, one is to read prose, and the other is to read historical facts. In addition, the "Hu custom" mentioned in the book, that is, the custom of marrying a father, a son and even a grandson, is really unacceptable to me. This must be the most embarrassing thing for a woman who is forced to kiss! On the whole, I still like this book. When I close the book, what emerges from the smooth paper are crisp camel bells, charming clouds, blue sky and flying yellow sand, which belong to the Guanghua era of women in the western regions ... They may have existed truly and dazzlingly, or they may just be her imagination. However, even hallucinations are still beautiful.