After taking a couple of bites of the pastry, Yu Xiaolian picked up the brush.
On a typical day, she would've used the black signature pen from her sleeve, but this ink wasn't ordinary ink; it was special, prepared by her dear boyfriend for her. She couldn't let his efforts go to waste, after all, she should make good use of it.
With a swift motion, Yu Xiaolian wrote a poem titled "Early Plum Blossom" by the Tang poet Qi Yi.
The myriad trees freeze to the point of breaking, yet the lone root is uniquely warmed.
In the deep snow before the village, a single branch blossomed last night.
As soon as she finished writing, the paper beneath her brush was snatched away by Teacher Zhao, who had been waiting beside her.
After Zhao Zhiyun read it aloud with great enthusiasm, he praised it highly and then passed "Early Plum Blossom" to Teacher Ying beside him.
Once "Early Plum Blossom" had been passed around and read by everyone, Teacher Zhao carefully tucked the draft away.
