"A poem, a word, a painting, a chant, a dance, an Immortal Realm. A Lone Leaf Boat, a dab of sunset, a poling pole, a fisherman's song, a river of warm water, a lifetime in this world."
A fish raft smoothly descended the river current, with a poleman intently steering the bamboo raft's direction from behind. Chen Feng, carrying a large backpack, sat on a small stool in the middle of the raft, marveling at the splendid scenery.
"Young man, you're here for a trip, right, a backpacker?" the poleman in front, with a tobacco pipe in his mouth, cheerily asked.
"Yes, the scenery is good here, the air is good. Whenever there's time, it's good to come out more to admire the beauty of nature," Chen Feng casually replied.
