Literature Reference: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather turns cold; the grass and trees wither, the dew turns to frost. The swallows depart and the swans fly south, thinking of you, my heart is filled with longing. I yearn to return to my homeland, but why do you linger in a distant place? I, a humble wife, am left alone in an empty room, my thoughts of you never forgotten, and tears unknowingly wet my clothes. I take up the zither and play a melancholic tune, but my short song cannot express my sorrow. The bright moon shines on my bed, the Milky Way flows westward, and the night is endless. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl gaze at each other from afar, why are they alone in their suffering across the Milky Way? Source from 'Nineteen Old Poems, No. 10'.