Literature Reference: A fine meeting is hard to come by again, three years feel like a thousand autumns. By the river, I wash my long tassel, thinking of you with lingering sorrow. Gazing afar, a sad wind arrives, unable to toast with wine. Travelers cherish the road ahead, how can they soothe my sorrow? Only a full cup of wine remains, to tie our bond tightly.— 'Nineteen Ancient Poems'