It was the 11th day of the second lunar month in the 15th year of the Yuanping Reign in the Great Han Empire. The first sign of spring was here. The temperature was turning warm but it was still pretty chilly. A few days after the snow had melted, a sudden light snowfall came in the morning, blanketing Pingxi Prefecture white.
Riding in a four-wheeled carriage, Yan Liqiang was inspired when he saw the snow fluttering past the green buds of the willow trees and couldn't help but recite a poem. "The new year's come, but still the plants don't grow. First in the second lunar month, I'm startled by grass shoots. The white snow is vexed by the late coming of spring's colors, so through the pavilion and trees it flies like a blossom."
Although he didn't really feel anything when he recited the poem, the other person in the carriage immediately turned his head to Yan Liqiang and gave him a strange look.
