Thinking back on the joke she had just heard, Xiang Yun could not help but giggle again, and recounted the same joke.
One winter, it snowed continuously for half a month, changing the colors of heaven and earth, with the sun and moon losing their light.
While poor households found themselves in abject misery, the wealthy landlords drank every morning and sang every night, living a life of luxury and abundance.
One day, the county official invited a wealthy elder and a scholar from the county to the county government office for a drink. After three rounds of wine and the serving of a variety of dishes, the county official, filled with poetic inspiration, suggested they go to the back garden to admire the snow and compose poetry.
Thus, the three of them arrived at the garden, only to see white snow everywhere, as though clad in garment of powder.
The county official said, "The three of us, let us take the auspicious snow as our theme and each compose a poem, shall we?"
