A poem on a banner in cursive script written by calligrapher Li Guoqing of Heilongjiang.
The green trees are showing their love, and the waves are swaying in the morning mist and the dust is drifting.
The sun swallows the rivers and seas in my arms, and I listen to the pine trees and phoenixes in the empty valley.
Bringing snow and spring mud to push warm shadows, waving clouds and summer rain scattering flowers.
The swans have traveled three thousand times, and they have spent more time falling into a deep dream.