January 01st, 2021

I took a piece of rare cloth of Ch'i,
White silk glowing and pure as frost on snow,
And made a fan of harmony and joy,
As flawlessly round as the full moon.
Carry it always, nestled in your sleeve.
Wave it and it will make a cooling breeze.
I hope that when Autumn comes back
And the North wind drives away the heat
You will not store it away amongst old gifts
And forget it, long before it's worn out.

Lady P'an (32 BC)