Obsessed with One Thought

Mountains, connected to mountains. Like endless meandering waves, layer upon layer, extending over this land. There are many plants and trees among them, and the sounds of birds and animals can be heard whirling among them. From the center of the mountain, wisps of cooking smoke gradually floated in, swirling in the mist, stirring up a white stream of light. Between the mountains, there was a young man sleeping on the grass. There was a basket of herbal medicines beside him. The smell of the medicine inside floated faintly around, and it was refreshing to smell it. The young man is a little frail and wears slightly thin and shabby clothes, but he has handsome features and a strong scholarly aura. Hanging around his neck was a small white jade gourd. It looked crystal clear and very endearing.