There is a poem about this time.

The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.

The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters.

Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.

Liu Zongyuan's poem "Fisherman" is the eternal swan song of Yongzhou Xiaoshui Fisherman. It is a perfect masterpiece with a high degree of unity of people's nature and art, and has always been loved by people.