Qing Qing Zhao Man
Mixing rain into crumpet dough,
Inculcating ice to melt,
The East Wind has ordered the return of spring.
Who has expelled the remaining chill
With a light touch of tentative warmth?
‘Tis the time to go outing with companions:
Dainty square-toed shoes covering dainty feet.
In the misty outskirts,
One sees the delicate colors:
Now they are there, now they are not.
Suddenly it’s sunlight,
Suddenly it’s overcast—
How the weather presents many faces.
To enjoy flowers and play with the willows,
All vie to be the first to view spring.
The embroidered satin hosiery from Wu1
Is splashed with streaks of fragrant mud.
The East Wind is skillful:
It gathers together all the dark emerald green
And blows it onto fair ladies’ arched brows.