Literature Reference: Picking ferns, picking ferns, the ferns are sprouting. Saying 'go home, go home', the year is also ending. No house, no home, because of the Xianyun. No time to settle down, because of the Xianyun. Picking ferns, picking ferns, the ferns are tender. Saying 'go home, go home', my heart is also worried. My anxious heart is burning, with hunger and thirst. My garrison is not settled, no one to send me home. Picking ferns, picking ferns, the ferns are tough. Saying 'go home, go home', the year is also sunny. The king's affairs are endless, unable to grow millet. What will my parents rely on? Vast blue sky, when will there be a place for me? — from 'The Book of Songs·Xiao Ya·Lu Ming Zhi Shi·Cai Wei'