He was lying on a small boat, with an empty wine bottle in his hand. When he looked up, he saw a waning moon. He laughed at himself in his heart: He was a king, but he had no power and no one. He was sincere all his life, but he was laughed at; The moon was sparse, and he could only vaguely see the brightest stars. How dare the light of fireflies compete with the sun and moon? In that man's eyes, only his wife is the sun and moon, and he is the little firefly. Tonight, on this land, the flowing water is used as a bed, and the flat boat is used as a mat. Those who have nothing to cover can drink wine to warm themselves. The reeds on both sides of the bank were swaying slightly in the wind, and fireflies were looming among the reeds. He raised his eyes, and the starlight like fireflies gently fell on his eyes. Finally, he fell into a deep sleep...