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"Look at that secluded spot by the Qi River, where the green bamboos are luxuriant. A gentleman of virtue, as if carved and polished, as if cut and ground..." Wang Yizhi felt a sense of familiarity with the singing, and after careful thought, realized that the voice belonged to Rong Zhi, whom he had met once before. Now, as Rong Zhi sang with his zither, his tone seemed carefree, yet as if it might break through the air at any moment.