In the first month of the year in Chang'an, it was already cold to the core. He took a breath and saw only white ice beads. The birds and animals disappeared, and the dead trees became forests. Only the strong branches of the plum trees were scattered with a few multi-petaled plums, bright red, reflecting the white snow, adding a bit of vitality to the bleak winter.
In the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, bypassing the staggered plum trees, Zhou Huaijin was sitting in the pavilion, hugging a white fox fur, with painted eyes, leisurely cooking a pot of wine. The aroma of the wine mixed with the cold air and overflowed.
He heard the rustling footsteps of someone walking on the snowy path, getting closer and closer. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, smiling lightly at him.
Intention: Compare one's heart to one's heart
