According to legend, Wu Zetian ascended the throne and claimed to be the Emperor of the Holy Spirit. One winter, she was suddenly in high spirits and took her concubines and maids to Shangyuan for drinking and enjoying the snow. At this time, the heavy snow has just stopped, and the scenery of rockeries, pavilions, bridges and promenades are all dressed in white plain clothes; Although all kinds of flowers and trees have withered branches and leaves, they look particularly beautiful after being dressed up by snow, just like silver branches and jade flowers; Occasionally, two birds fly in, gently brushing the dust off the branches and scattering clouds of white catkins, just like flying butterflies.
Wu Zetian was fascinated, but she didn't expect the snow scene to be so magnificent. Suddenly, she found a little flame burning and jumping in the white snow. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a red berry in full bloom. Wu Zetian is so happy! Can't help singing a poem to express her joy. Ji Jian, who accompanied the flower viewing, saw the Queen Mother so happy that they all rushed to propose a toast to her.
At this time, a concubine said, "Wuhou, plum blossoms are no matter how good they are, they are all one person after all." Wouldn't it be more desirable if you could make a law to make this garden blossom?
Another concubine shook her head and said, "It's a cold winter, and plum blossoms are just in time. Let a hundred flowers blossom, we will wait until next spring. "
Wu Zetian said with a smile: "It is not surprising that bloom is in spring." A hundred flowers compete for snow, which will be to my liking. "
Seeing that she was a little drunk, the concubines advised, "Wuhou, it's getting late, so hurry back to the palace and have a rest." If you still want to see it, come back tomorrow morning. "
Wu Zetian returned to the palace with the help of maids. But she was still drunk and wanted to let a hundred flowers blossom for snow. So, the maid-in-waiting brought Four Treasures of the Study, immediately holding the cream, dipped in thick ink, and wrote a five-character poem on the white silk:
I swam to the garden in the Ming Dynasty and quickly reported to Chunzhi.
Flowers must be placed overnight, don't wait for the breeze to blow.
After writing, she asked the maid-in-waiting to take it to the garden and burn it to inform the flower god.