Sunday, July 20th, 2025, Lunar June 23rd

Resting in the summer
Bamboo baskets and ice melons have clear dreams in the afternoon, while the south window suddenly sends out chaotic thunder.
The wind tears the curtain of summer three thousand zhang, and a sudden rain jumps pearls into the inkstone.

Chufu is the first hot postmark under the cover of summer, and the first spark delivered in July. The sound of cicadas shattered the morning light, wutong leaves curled up their fingertips, and the sun condensed into amber at the leaf tips.

The evening breeze finally lifted the cloud cover, and the star fell into the scorching tile eaves. The tree shadows are painted with ink on the wall, and the cicadas gradually sink into the twilight——This is just the beginning of summer, standing on tiptoe like a cup of warm tea, not scalded, but slowly infusing warmth into the day.