With my brush as a boat and the stars as my lantern, I drift across a river spanning a thousand years.
I seek neither worldly clamor nor lavish splendor. I seek only the answer to one question:
Who am I, where did I come from, and where do the roots of Huaxia lie?
I gather the moonlight of the Qin and Han dynasties, bathe in the mists and rain of the Tang and Song, and tread the streets of the Ming and Qing.
A single thought reaches across a thousand years; a page of splendor connects past and present.
I reflect history in my heart and write its spirit in ink.
Amid the vastness of time, I see the land and rivers, and I see myself.
My spirit belongs to this land; my roots lie in Huaxia.
I travel ten thousand miles for one reason: to return home.
