Who dyes the spring breeze with rouge,
Looking at the purple ribbon sadly.
The valley is barren and the land is fragrant.
And play with honeysuckle in spring.
The feeling of enjoying the brocade and flowers and having fun.
Jade beads fall lightly from the east wind,
The blue sky is sad and the shadows are full of red.
Poor Yan Yan, a wisp of stranger,
I don't remember where I heard of Xiao Sheng.
Pure self-creation, two seven-character quatrains with brocade as the theme.