Strange Sorrow

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, lost traces of Jianwen, hundreds of thousands of mountains, wind and clouds in the capital, a sea of ​​blood and earth, protecting the capital to the death, sorrow outside the wall, the change of seizing the door, the eternal humility, and the sorrow on the road. The spring river is drunk and the night is full, and the heroic spirit dances in the wind. The wonderful hands bring back the warmth of spring, and the king laughs at the pillow pot. Don't waste these years, don't waste these years.