The entire embroidery was radiant and resplendent, a sight of pure beauty.
On the embroidery, to the far left was half a farmhouse, beside its door leaned the silhouette of a slender and graceful beauty. Even though she wore simple clothing and her face was unseen, one could guess how young and beautiful she must have been, how anxiously she awaited, longing for the return of someone from afar.
Outside the courtyard lay a carpet of flowers and grasses, with a narrow, winding path that extended from the front of the gate to a few houses in the village on the far right, where only a few walls and the corners of the houses were embroidered.
Above it all, a rising sun adorned the sky.
