A tattered page with a poem from the past transcribed. ... New-cut silk from Qi, white and pure as frost or sn…
A tattered page with a poem from the past transcribed.
...
New-cut silk from Qi, white and pure as frost or snow.
Fashioned into a fan, round as the bright moon.
In and out of your sleeve, creating a gentle breeze;
Always fearing the autumn wind will drive away the summer heat;
Cast into a box, favor ended halfway.
— Ban Zhao