The Great Map of the World

We have never spoken of the future, yet we have always tried to hold on to this very moment.

A grand vision waits for its day, while Langya Hongcheng blooms in red.

Tell me, in what age was spring ever so lovely? Or does the traveler still linger in his hometown?

Ask about the road ahead, ask about the road beneath your feet. Even in old age, your feet remain grounded in learning.

We do not know what the future holds, but we have never forgotten what we need in the present.

Every living thing in this world has its destiny.