Imagine, at the beginning of the third moon, poets and friends, young and old meet at the orchid pavilion. surrounded by mountains, bamboos, trees and clear streams chatter. 

Cups of wine float gently down the stream, around us we see a thousand things. when a cup stops in front of you, you either compose a poem or drink the wine. Wine and stories flow. Is there anything better than sharing stories with great friends?​

Wang Xizhi’s (303-361) “Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, LanTingJi”.