On the way. In the midst of thorns and thorns, the road is blue, and the Trio is outstanding. That is our ancestor, and it has been a long journey for thousands of years. From the first emperor of Qin to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, from the Middle Tang Dynasty to the Later Song Dynasty, from the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the precarious late Qing Dynasty, the ancestors bid farewell to the Yellow River, crossed the Yangtze River, and shifted again and again, turning the interrogation of their own lives into the impermanence of time and space.
On the way, because it is necessary to leave. The wandering of the ownerless and helpless is condensed into a "guest", so the "guest" has become a condensation of tragic history, and the "guest" has become the frustration and courage of a folk system, and has become the logo of a folk system. "On the road" is the whole process of the "Hakka folk system".
Drifting, not rootless. Hakka roots are in the Central Plains, roots are in Heluo, roots are in every inch of land traveled by ancestors, they sow grain and civilization, graze cattle and sheep and ideals in every barren land, they build villages, towns, cities and ports, and pass on the torch.
On the way, the Dragon House and the TuyuanLou unfolded like a chess game under the starry sky, and the Hakka thoughts and languages blended with The Qi, Yao, Miao, and Li, and flourished in the Yangyang Chinese national lineage, becoming a particularly tenacious vein.
Because of its tenacity, the Hakka blood always flows with the impulse to forge ahead and open up. Life may inhabit somewhere for a long time, but pursuits and ideals are always rushing in distant places.
On the road, the road is the footprint of the walker, and the road is the monument of the walker: on the road, only the walker is the sign of the road!
Roots are on the road, birth is on the road, love is on the road, bitterness is on the road, dreams are on the road, and thoughts are also on the road. Hakka are gifted walkers!
Walkers have no boundaries and are in all directions.
Meet and meet on the road, let us chant with one heart: where the sun rises, there must be the glory of the Hakka!