A journey of a thousand miles

The sun is shining brightly, the sunlight slowly sprinkles through the leaves onto the pavilions and towers of the Nanjing Museum, onto the Qinhuai River of Jinling, bit by bit, cluster by cluster... I am reminded of a movie 'Escape from the British Museum'. Little jade pot brought back the 'family letters' of the Chinese cultural relics that were illegally transported to Britain during the humiliating years. I read them over and over again. Those cultural relics that have been lost abroad. Those conversations across time and space: if you are well, it is a sunny day. A thousand years of sedimentation, a thousand years of vigilance. The longing and the road home are always so long and distant. And the cultural relics buried deep underground, bless my China: may the mountains and rivers be unharmed, may the nation be forever peaceful. A common voice: may the mountains and rivers be unharmed, may the nation be forever peaceful. May the mountains and rivers be unharmed, may the nation be forever peaceful! May the mountains and rivers be unharmed, may the nation be forever peaceful! ...