Ming Dynasty: a Counselor from a Humble Family

On the nomination day of the Golden Palace, when the grass on the tomb is green; the red robe is covered with blood and tears, and the jade dais locks the lonely soul; drinking the wine of the enemy with a smile, turns around and splashes it into dust in front of the grave; wins all the country, but loses all the ancients. The jade steps shattered the old dreams, and the golden crown crushed away the unfulfilled regret; I counted the mountains and rivers alone, and my hair turned white, and there was no sound when I counted them. It turns out that being cold at high places is the most painful achievement of success.