Literature Reference: Green mist and red fog ripple over clothes; morning dew and moss make the stone path treacherous. The wind skillfully plays a tune on the pines, while butterflies frequently gather by the cheeks. Together we seek a secluded place, thinking of holding hands, secretly pointing to distant mountains as if painting eyebrows. It is good to purify the body and mind in this serene place, wearing a horned crown and a rosy robe, embracing the Taoist way of Xi Yi. Source from 'Ti Jin Hua Gong'.