Literature Reference: The Zha River ripples with clear waters, and the Wu Mountains stretch with emerald peaks. Like pearls and jade, they hold immense value. Their brilliance shines with extraordinary colors, and their pure sounds flow with elegance. The melodies of Chu rise, harmonizing with the qin. The Wu Mountains stand tall for me, and the Zha River runs deep for me. Amidst countless scenes, the solitary cloud remains detached. The trees are not silent, and the catalpa resounds with clarity. Not all ears can appreciate, but Zhong Ziqi truly understands. The noble virtues of the ancients, long admired, are embodied in your icy and pure demeanor, dispelling my impure thoughts. I often recite Liu Yun's poems, longing for the distant Tiao Pu. Now, as I serve in this distant prefecture, the fragrant grasses of the Pingzhou have withered. Meeting my teacher, though aged and frail, we discuss the essence of life, connecting our hearts.