The classic poems from the Chinese Poetry Conference are full of joy and excitement, and want to fly up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. (Li Bai Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Farewell School Secretary Shu Yun)

The Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles. (Li Bai·Li Yong)

Read thousands of volumes and write like a god. (Du Fu's Twenty-Two Rhymes Presented to Wei Zuocheng)

From the summit of Hui Dang, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. (Du Fu·Wangyue)

The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. (Du Fu sent Li Twelve and White Twenty)

Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, but the eternal flow of rivers will not be wasted. (Du Fu's Six Quatrains in Play)

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. (Li Shangyin·Untitled)

There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. (Li Shangyin·Untitled)

Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's love for the cuckoo. (Li Shangyin·Jinse)

Learning from previous dynasties, countries and families, success resulted from diligence and frugality, failure resulted from extravagance. (Li Shangyin·Ode to History)

We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting. (Bai Juyi·Pipa Xing)

I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a branch on the ground. (Bai Juyi·Song of Everlasting Regret)

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. (Bai Juyi·Song of Everlasting Sorrow)

It takes three days to test the jade, and seven years to identify the material. (Bai Juyi·Fangyan)

A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. (Liu Yuxi·Qiu Ci)

Excerpts from the opening remarks of the Chinese Poetry Conference 1. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms. "Chinese Poetry Conference" is an annual meeting with everyone. This year is already its fourth year. We have gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter together. Let’s watch “Human faces and peach blossoms reflect each other’s red”, let’s listen to “The fragrance of rice flowers indicates a good harvest”, sigh together that “Frost leaves are as red as February flowers”, and look forward to “Wind and rain bring spring home, and snowflakes welcome spring’s arrival”. Seasons have four seasons, and poems also have four seasons. They are passed down from generation to generation and are endless. Let us once again feel the brilliance of Chinese civilization, taste the poetic life, and see the scenery of the four seasons on the stage of the "Chinese Poetry Conference" where the flowers bloom in all four seasons.

2. I see how charming the green hills are, and I don’t expect the green hills to see me like this. Xin Qiji, who once said "youth did not know the taste of sorrow", experienced ups and downs in his life. When he was old, he sat among the sound of water and mountains, and suddenly found that the green mountains opposite were so charming and colorful. Whether it is a towering green mountain with thousands of cliffs or a vast river with a long history, when one day they encounter a pair of poet's eyes, the landscape will have a realm of sadness and joy, and the intention will be lasting. Today, let us join together on the stage of the "Chinese Poetry Conference" where flowers bloom in all seasons, and once again follow the poet's eyes, return to the green mountains and green waters, and see the beauty of the country.

3. Reading is already late, and every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. The reason why time is precious is that it passes in a hurry and will not stop for anyone. "The passing of time is like a man, and he does not give up day and night." The bright mirror's sad white hair looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening." Poets from generation to generation lament that time is fleeting; but in the face of the passing of time, like a fleeting moment, the only thing we can do is to cherish it. Time will take away everything, and time will give everything. Let us be grateful for the gift of time and pick up the most beautiful poetry on the stage of the "Chinese Poetry Conference" where flowers bloom in all seasons.