The breeze blows gently, and you open your sleeping eyes;
It's drizzling, and you are waving your light wings.
It is you who lit up our eager eyes and described the colorful dreams in May. In this dream, there is the makeup on the brothel from a distance, the catkin pond in the light wind, the sound of the Qiang flute under the bright moon and the yearning for the long river of the desert.
You decorated our wings and turned them into our crying feelings. In this scene, there are smoke and willow clouds outside the pavilion, Xiao Xuan is silent in front of the window, and there is a lonely figure under the moonlight, and the jade carving is full of bitterness.
You are the cohesive force of our culture, and you are our essence. Today, we gather here and feel the shock of poetry to our hearts.