Congratulatory message of the company's annual meeting, Tibetan poem, eight words, the first word is "I wish Pathfinder more brilliant"

Zhu Rong asked Hugh to condescend,

Explore flowers and taste wine first.

This road suddenly met from Changsha,

The edge of Liucheng is full of sorrow.

Again, if you dare to sue God,

Create a life-threatening city.

The morning glow gradually felt that the jade rope was low,

I can hold bright lights and candles.