A Golden Orchid Bond: Two Friends Open Their Hearts; On a Stormy Evening: A Melancholy Poem on Wind and Rain

Xifeng was comforting Ping’er when the other sisters came in. She quickly asked them to sit, and Ping’er poured tea. Xifeng smiled, “You all come so punctually today, as if you had received invitations.” Tanchun smiled, “We have two matters: one is mine, one is Fourth Sister’s, and there is also a message from Grandmother.” Xifeng smiled, “What matters could be so urgent?” Tanchun smiled, “We have started a poetry club, but the first meeting was not complete. Everyone was too soft-hearted, and so things fell into confusion. I think you must be our club censor, strict and impartial. Also, Fourth Sister is painting the Garden, and the things she needs are lacking in this way and that. We told Grandmother, and she said, ‘There may be some left from former years under the back storeroom. Look for them. If there are, bring them out; if not, have someone buy them.’” Xifeng smiled, “I cannot write poetry, wet or dry. Do you want me to eat?” Tanchun said, “You cannot write, and no one asks you to. You only need to watch over us and punish anyone who is lazy or idle.” Xifeng......