The Ming Dynasty in the Dust of Qing History

In the Ming Dynasty, from the foundation of Hongwu to the death of Chongzhen, there were 276 years and sixteen emperors. During this period, there were many ups and downs: seven waves sailing across the Western Ocean, the silver light of a whip, the writings of cabinet party struggles, the smoke of war between the Northern and Southern Japanese, the bustling noise of the marketplace, the sparks of the spread of Western learning to the east... The glorious history is filled with thousands of records, containing the emperors' ideas, the merits and demerits of generals, the evolution of systems, and the stirring of thoughts. This road of sincere observation of history is like climbing a high place and looking far into the distance, with mountains and rivers in full view. However, historians often say "watch the general trend", but I often feel confused: What are those majestic palaces, galloping cavalry, solemn ceremonial guards, and vast documents composed of? What supports that glorious framework? What is it that paints those colorful colors? So the eyes gradually moved downward, falling on the longitude and latitude of the historical curtain itself, and on those tiny particles that make up everything but are never named. I saw the soil that was burned into porcelain bodies, the cloth that was woven into dragon robes, the paper that was written into memorials, the ores that were cast into silver coins... They existed silently in every fold of history. And more importantly, the hands that shape, use, and wear them—hands that have no names.