"Jiuzhou Map Haizhi" is the continuation of "Jiuzhou Beauty Record" and "Jiuzhou Return to the Picture Academy". When the generations of Zhao Hongdu and Han Shuang kept the beacon fires on land as smoke, their daughter Zhao Guining took over her mother's drawing pen and her grandfather's old sheepskin map, led the ocean surveying team to board the sea survey, and extended the map of Kyushu from the land to the boundless sea.
From the shipwreck ruins of the Qingxu Ancient Road to the lagoon supply stations of the volcanic island chain, from the fog whistle left by Cheng Pu to the charts and compasses exchanged with foreign voyagers, Guining and her companions charted overseas routes stroke by stroke among reefs, fog, pirates and magnetic storms. Every newly marked navigation mark and every newly built supply station is a continuation of the unfinished road of the predecessors - my grandfather guarded the beacons in Longxi, my mother painted all the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and she wants to draw the road beyond the sea and the sky.
In the past, it was "pacifying nine states for one person", then it was "keeping one courtyard to spend the rest of my life", and now it is "hanging one sail to measure ten thousand hectares". The point of failure is not necessarily the end point, it can also be the starting point. The lights of Gui Ma Yuan are always on, illuminating every surveyor who goes from land to sea, from the known to the unknown.
Intention: The previous generation built the country, this generation has painted all the land, and the next generation is sailing to the sea. Guining took the drawing pen from his mother and the sheepskin map from his grandfather, and drew the "road" from the war-torn Longxi, from Guituyuan where the smoke curled up, to the outer sea where the sea and the sky meet. The true inheritance is not to maintain the achievements, but to continue to draw the road that has not been drawn by the predecessors - from land to sea, from the known to the unknown, from "keeping one courtyard for the rest of my life" to "hanging one sail to measure ten thousand hectares". As long as there are still people who are willing to pick up charcoal sticks and bamboo rulers, move forward, and draw downwards, there will be no end to the road.