Literature Reference: I walked my horse by the mountain's edge, and tethered my chariot in the woods. Rowing upstream in a small boat, we beat the water in unison. Yet the boat lingered and made no progress, stuck in the swirling currents. At dawn, I departed from Wanzhu, and by dusk, I lodged in Chenyang. If my heart remains upright, what harm is there in being remote? Orchids cover the path by the riverbank, as the road gradually fades. The deep blue river flows, with maples above. My gaze stretches a thousand miles, yet my heart aches for spring. Alas, the sorrow of the south! Source from 'Chu Ci - Jiu Ge - She Jiang'.