Little Scholar of Ming Dynasty

The morning sun rises slowly from the Forbidden City, The outside of Taihe Hall is as picturesque as smoke. Who created the prosperous Ming Dynasty, and all the nations came to congratulate it? And who buried their bones in a foreign land and continued to write magnificent poems? I still remember the lights of swords and shadows of swords and rivers of blood outside the earthen fortress. Under the barren sky, how many withered bones look at the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty? ... I would like to tear apart the glitz of the prosperous age and dry it under the gate of Donghua, Let the rain hit the banana trees, The dew moistened the eyes... Here there is no loving father and filial son, and the people are prosperous. There is only the sound of horns, the sound of drums, and the continuous sound of iron hooves. Whatever! Just like a spring dream, in the dream is my bright moon and my purple smoke!