In Lishui, we sent the world a poetic invitation to its landscapes!

Last Saturday, squeezed among foreign blogger friends in the audience, we witnessed a group of ancient figures "time-traveling" onto the stage—Ye Shaoweng pointing at virtual spring scenes, Qin Guan reciting "flowers swaying with mountain hues," the silver ornaments of the She ethnic group jingling with dance steps, and the next moment, Western violins unexpectedly harmonizing with ancient konghous. In that instant, the waters of the Ou River, the poetry of Chuzhou, and the languages of the world all blended together. As a traveler always on the road, I've seen too many "checklist-style" cultural performances, but Lishui took it seriously this time. Intangible heritage paper-cutting danced at the fingertips of international students, while a Russian girl recited "When You Are Old" in English... The newly opened Lishui Airport stretches its runway toward the clouds, while this poetry gathering unfolded millennia of landscapes into the pages of the world. Civilizations flourish through exchange, and travel, with poetry, now has a heartbeat.