Literature Reference: Ascending the northern Bohai islands, I turn back towards the Qin eastern gate. Who shaped the work of creation, carving this celestial pool? Vastness engulfs all valleys, flowing endlessly in all directions. At the edge of chaos, I glimpse the roots of heaven and earth. The sun rises from within, as if the Fusang tree can be touched. Beyond the distant Penglai peaks, I imagine the golden platform. The Qin emperor once passed here, ascending in hopes of flight. Raising banners, a hundred deities gather, as mountains rush towards the sun. Xu Fu’s quest came to naught, and the immortals’ promises were empty. Only the ancient bridge’s foot remains, marked by the tides of a thousand years. Source from 'Guan Hai'.