Chapter 14: Mission Accomplished

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A video script titled "The Dongfeng Family, Mission Accomplished" suddenly went viral online, with netizens strongly urging that this poem be included in elementary school textbooks. The script is grand and stirring, igniting a deep sense of pride in every child of China for being born in the Middle Kingdom and growing up in a new era. It evokes a shared belief among the people to cleanse historical humiliations and achieve the great national rejuvenation.

Many began to recite this poem with musical accompaniment online, and numerous elementary students joined in, sharing their own audio and video renditions on the internet.

After reading the poem, Old Jia's eyes welled with tears, blurring his phone screen. He traced the source and discovered it originated from the video account “I Am Host Sang Sang,” titled "I Am Dongfeng, Mission Accomplished." Later, netizens modified the poem, creating many versions. One musical poetry recital video caught Old Jia’s attention, and he saved it.

Donning his reading glasses, Old Jia carefully transcribed a copy by hand. He always believed that handwritten works possessed a unique spirit.

The Dongfeng family, mission accomplished!

I am a member of the Dongfeng family, and I am setting out. Mother said I was born and raised in China but would ultimately bloom thousands of miles away. My temperament is fiery; no one can control me except Mother.

This is my first journey far from home. Many compatriots cannot recognize me; some call me Dongfeng-31AG, others Dongfeng-41, but that matters little. For from this parting, there will be no reunion.

Mother said I would depart from Hainan Island, pass through the South China Sea, cross the Philippine Sea, skim over Guam, traverse the Pacific Ocean, and finally land near Polynesia's waters.

Within me, there is nervousness, anticipation, and excitement.

At 8:44 a.m. on September 25, 2024, I launched.

In seconds, I soared thousands of meters into the sky. At this moment, I finally saw Mother's full form: the proud rooster of the East, ancient yet mysterious.

I saw the waters of the Yellow River descending from the heavens; no matter how much history the river floods or how many heroes the waves wash away, its surging momentum remains undiminished.

I saw the Five Great Mountains, their peaks layered and towering, auspicious cranes and ancient pines embracing clouds and mist.

I saw the Great Wall stretching thousands of miles, a mighty fortress winding like a colossal dragon through mountains and rivers, a bond linking all ethnic peoples.

I saw the young generation in the bustling metropolis, vibrant and talented; I also saw herdsmen on green pastures and smiling faces in golden rice fields—these are the truest colors beneath this prosperous age.

Of course, I lingered longer on the figure of the pride of the day, standing at Orange Isle, gazing northward along the Xiang River!

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I love these vast mountains and rivers; I cherish the customs of every ethnic group. Yet, I cannot linger longer. This beautiful land, once scarred and wounded, now flourishes with national healing. My mission is to protect her, to keep the mountains majestic, and to ensure the people’s safety.

Around 8:45 a.m., I reached the South China Sea. By the way, comrades, do you remember the elementary textbook lesson “The Fertile Xisha Islands”?

Yes, I saw her.

The phrase “The waters around the Xisha Islands shimmer with myriad colors—deep blue, pale cyan, light green, apricot yellow”—now projects from textbook words into reality, dazzling and dreamlike.

Half the sea, half the fish, vast thickets forming a torii. Over ten-meter-high frost flower forests wave at me, and the Chinese white dolphins leap from the waves to bid me farewell.

I passed through the South China Sea, saw no purple bamboo groves, nor the mysterious Guanyin who protects all beings, but I know on the Xisha Islands stands the Chinese Navy, guarding the motherland’s territory and protecting compatriots’ safety.

Around 8:50 a.m., I brushed past the southern edge of the Philippines, breaking through the First Island Chain into the Philippine Sea. The sea roared with muddy waves under heavy clouds.

I was thousands of kilometers from the motherland; the outside world would not be as kind as home. Yet, I was utterly fearless, almost indifferent.

After all, within the First Island Chain, I need not intervene. My battlefield lies far beyond.

At last, I neared Guam, once occupied successively by Spain, Japan, and the United States, now an informal overseas territory of the U.S. During World War II, it was the headquarters of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. Today, Americans have built it into their largest air and naval military base in the Pacific.

Once bustling Guam seemed to hold its breath today. Everyone paused, their eyes fixed on my flight path, like a solemn and respectful salute.

At this moment, I was about 3,800 kilometers from Hainan Island. The image of the motherland receded in my sight, but the path of great power’s rise lay straight ahead, drawing ever closer.

A minute later, I surged into the skies above the Pacific.

It was not an endless expanse nor an unfathomable sea. No matter how vast, it called to mind Wang Zhihuan’s line: “To broaden your view a thousand miles, climb one more floor.”

As long as one flies high enough, all the splendor unfolds beneath the eyes.

A thousand whales swim together, yet none match the koi’s playful dance; towering waves are but ripples in a pond; hurricanes brush my skirt in a gentle dance; torrential rains dampen a few strands of my black hair.

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Crossing eight thousand li, a sharp sword with no return, all fiends and monsters bow their heads; I savor solitude.

Along this path, none spoke with me, yet I heard the shouts spanning a century.

Along this path, none walked beside me, yet five thousand years of history flashed past.

This journey felt lonely, yet a king returns—what fear is there in solitude?

In a little over ten minutes, I reached my destination, the seas near Polynesia—nearly twelve thousand li from Hainan Island, more than 2,500 kilometers from Hawaii.

Arriving here means I hold the power to reach anywhere on the globe.

Now, no hesitation, no words needed—let me bloom fully.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the vast sea was torn open. A gigantic mushroom cloud rose; at this moment, Chinese power took form.

My body shattered into countless fragments. Though irregular, each reflected a single, unified image of Chinese will.

This will demands the world’s full recognition.

Because I deeply understand, I do not bloom merely near Polynesia’s sea—I bloom in their cold stares, in their ambitions, in their unrealistic daydreams.

Dear brothers and sisters, thank you for accompanying me on this journey. Twenty minutes, twelve thousand kilometers—I have completed my path. The road to national rejuvenation now belongs to you!