With anger raging and hat flying off, I lean on the railing as the drizzling rain stops. Looking up, I raise my eyes and howl at the sky, feeling passionate and intense. Thirty years of glorious achievements have turned into dust and dirt, while eight thousand miles of journey are accompanied by clouds and moon. Don't wait until it's too late, when youth has faded away, and only sorrow remains.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.