In this landscape of mountains and water, Yi Shuyuan's immersion evoked a thirst for books. In his heart, he imagined a certain scene, swallowed his breath, and spoke with the emotions in his mind.,During the Taiyuan period of the Jin dynasty, a fisherman from Wuling made his living by fishing. As he walked along the creek, he forgot how far he had traveled. Suddenly, he came across a grove of peach blossoms lining both sides of the bank for hundreds of steps, with no other trees in sight. The grass was fresh and green, and the fallen petals were scattered everywhere...,The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.。