Literature Reference: The secluded thoughts never cease, and this journey follows its own course. The evening breeze blows the boat, and the path of flowers leads to the mouth of the stream. At night, it turns to the western valley, and beyond the mountains, the Southern Dipper is seen. The mist over the pond drifts softly, and the forest moon sinks low behind. Life's affairs are vast and endless, and I wish to be the old man with a fishing rod. Source from 'Spring Drifting on the Ruoye River'.