Painting Red Lips

Li, Qing-zhao (1081 A.D.-1154 A.D.?)

    After swinging on a rope swing, I am too weary to clean my hands. The dew is dense and flowers are sparse. Light sweat penetrates my thin clothes.

    Seeing a visitor come, I bashfully run in my stockings with shoes in my hand. My hairpin slips out. I reach the door, turn back, and see the guest, but I shyly sniff the plum branch 1.

1 Li was too shy to greet the guest.