Aerial View of the Ming Dynasty: Three Hundred Years of Rise and Fall of Jingnan

I am suspended between heaven and earth, formless and colorless, no one can see, no one can observe. I witnessed the end of Hongwu, the civil war and restructuring, the war of peace, and the deadlock between the north and the south. I have seen Zhu Di pretending to be crazy, raising troops in desperate situations, and conquering the world with a corner of the northern border; I have seen that Zhu Yunwen was benevolent and soft, wronged the country, adhered to orthodoxy, and walked in vain between benevolence and murder; I have seen Li Jinglong fleeing with his millions, and mediocre people mislead the world. I have also seen Tie Xuan, an isolated city with iron bones, clinging to the mountains and rivers. Empty talk in the court harms the country, but the iron-blooded outcome is determined on the battlefield. Under the skin of the prosperous age, people's hearts are full of treachery and the fate of the country is ups and downs. I do not interfere in world affairs, do not change life and death, I only quietly watch the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty for three hundred years, the emperors and generals, and the beacon fires of mountains and rivers.