Before they knew it, February had arrived.
Yueyao, finding the weather agreeable, took Xiang Wei and Xi Yu for a walk in the courtyard. Gazing at the weeping willows by the pond, she recited softly, "Jade makeup forms a tree high, thousands hang their green tassels low, not knowing who clipped the green leaves, February's spring wind like scissors."
Xi Yu exclaimed in admiration, "Miss, the poetry you write is beautiful."
Looking at the vibrant garden, Yueyao felt quite pleased, "This is a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang. The lines are catchy and form a rare masterpiece. My favorite is the last line, where the 'scissors' trim out the tender green and fresh red plants, symbolizing the earth dressing anew, returning to its vigorous vitality."
