Literature Reference: Decided to laugh at the rustic songs, yet joined the elegant melodies. Holding the brush, I think of the two phoenixes; gazing afar, I send my thoughts to the twin fish. Looking at the return path from the distant peaks, dreaming of the straight cottage in the riverside city. Old colleagues have departed like clouds, what will the later years bring? Hearing the carriage passing the palace gates, quietly facing the interconnected pavilions, the palace willows swaying with the sparrows. The dew plate towering over Han, the early autumn composing poetry. In the quiet daylight, editing poems, near the solemn red steps. The bright window is adorned with ribbons, mastering the classics like Han Zhongshu. Speaking of the sage Lu Xuangong, observing the profound principles of creation. Exploring the profound meanings of ancient texts, the robe of honor comes to the stone canal. The colorful brush writes in the imperial library, the scholar compiles various books. The literary star hangs in the vast sky. Source from 'Fenghe Zhongshu Changsheren Wanqiu Jixianyuan Jishi Ji Xu Xue Er Shiyu' by Qian Qi.