Han Zuo Has No Boundaries

The water is rippling and weeping, and the wind is rustling in all directions. What a good man, what a good man. He hangs his hair and pulls out his tassel, his body gradually tilts, and his heart is broken when he blows the sand and walks around. The autumn wind blows outside the Great Wall, and the troubled times are hesitant and boundless. No borders, reorganize the mountains and rivers, bid farewell to the old orders, and stay famous in the prosperous times.