The last sentence, leisurely looking for wild temples to listen to autumn water, comes from Tang poetry:
To yongzhen capital ao shaofu.
Li zhong
Blue robes and bamboo slips match the piano hall, and the secluded people in the county are getting longer and longer. The mood is quiet, but the official mood is cold, and the bitter music is pale. Xunye Temple listens to autumn water and sends sleeping monks to sunset. Money will go, and fishing rods will love surging waves more.
Next, I read an ancient book of Shanlao, from the Tang Dynasty:
Title: Chu Shi Mountain Residence in Taoyuan
Liu Cang
Deep in the white clouds, the thatched cottage is repaired, and the door is retired. A hole of dawn smoke stays on the water, and spring dew is full of flowers. Idle to watch Zhuyu sing the new moon, especially the ancient books of Shanlao. The poor do westernization, while the noble enjoy fishing.