If a poet wants to reach his ideal destination, he can only put up road signs on the way to heaven and be willing to sing some ideal pastoral songs for the people walking on the road to heaven. So said the great and small poets, so said the master and the disciple. You say it, you say it, you have to create an epic of your own time. They realize that re-creating and translating the most classic poems in history, and writing an epic of our time based on understanding the classics, is the fastest way to heaven. As a result, they entered a strange world with a strange name, filled with poems and songs, nostalgic thoughts about ancient times, digging forts and fortresses, and fantasy stories. It is a world of poetry: full of strange things, but they are all closely related by rhythm, rhyme and the pulse of thought; thousands of twists and turns, but they are all rushing toward the noble and sublime.