"None know my autumn's mood, hands behind I tap the eastern hedge. Lonely pride in this world, with whom to seclude, why the same bloom so late? Garden dew, courtyard frost, what a solitude, can the cold retreat bring longing? No need to say none in the world to converse, understanding speech, why not chat a while."
The crowd gathered around Duan Yinyin's table, Madam Jiang slowly recited her poem, and after reading, sounds of marvel rose continuously, everyone was shocked.
"Indeed, one day not seen, and you deserve a fresh look, Lady Duan truly good in talent!" Madam Jiang praised.
Duan Yinyin slowly bowed, though her humble tone carried arrogance: "Lady, you overpraise me, it's merely the good teachings of my teacher."
"No matter how good the teachings, without comprehension capability, such talent is feared impossible."
"Indeed, isn't everybody here taught by famous teachers, yet outstanding are just a few."
