We fold half a century of time-our poetic career-into thousands of paper butterflies, painting colorful scrolls on their wings, and letting the fleeting yet resplendent life dance with neon lights. We sincerely invite readers to pause here: watch how the bright moon over the Seventy-Two Bridges illuminates the torrent of data; listen to the dialogue between Tao Yuanming's mountains and wilderness, farming life, rustic villages, Peach Blossom Garden and the beauty of nature. Every punctuation mark here is an unfinished ferry crossing, waiting to compose new secret whispers with thousands of appreciative readers.