Xiu Yaojun paused, and then slowly began to write down the lines of poetry Wei Ruo had just dictated.
Everyone took some time to read the lines, eventually becoming absorbed in its deeper meaning.
The young scholars of the Anzhou Academy such as Xiu Fengyuan and Wei Yichen, who were in the next room, quietened down for a moment.
Soon, looks of surprise and delight dawned across their faces, almost simultaneously.
Xiu Fengyuan began to heap praise on her, exclaiming, "What a wonderful poem! It speaks of spring, but not just of spring! It praises flowers, but not just flowers! Truly, it is a poem that could only be composed by Miss Wei from the Wei Family, a person who can put aside the self for the greater good!"
Compared to Miss Wei's poem, the lines penned by all present seemed somewhat parochial, merely depicting spring, flowers, trees, or expressions of melancholy.
Miss Wei, on the other hand, captured vast ambitions within the metaphor of spring blossoms.
