Literature Reference: Together we play by the square pond, hand in hand on the carved boat. The boat parts the fine waves, and the wind carries the floating fragrance. The wandering oriole sings a random tune, and the startled duck swims in disorder. The lotus thins, and the sound of bracelets breaks; the water is vast, and the oar songs are long. The roosting crows return to the dense trees, and the drifting currents lead back to Jianzhang. Source from 'Picking Lotus'.