Flowers in front of the moon, music and lights, beauties and handsome guys, such a beautiful scene, if you don't sing poems to express your feelings, wouldn't you let down the whole heart of the world. Poetry is like good wine, an intoxicating thing. Today I have a jar of eternal brew, please taste it. The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. Let us enter the world of poetic immortals and awaken the romantic passion sleeping in the river of history.