Ming Dynasty: 1644

The sun and moon speak of Han Dynasty, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The four seas are peaceful and the eight deserts are back. Under the bright starry sky, hundreds of flowers bloom in spring. The song is drunk, and the majestic Yanhuang has lived for thousands of years. The land of China is in ruins, who has merit and guilt? Barriers of iron clothes and piles of dead bones. Young man on the street, don't laugh at the heroic tears. The wild geese chase south, the white-haired fishermen and woodcutter sing and pick weeds. "I am an idle person, how can the world be better than me?" ——Excerpted from "Records of the Ming Lie Ancestors"