Summer cicadas chirp in the morning, and the height of summer arrives quietly. The weather accommodates one's mood, and there is still a hint of coolness. Summer flowers grow from the spring soil, and autumn harvests are plentiful from summer cultivation. The enjoyment of poetry, wine, and music follows the waves and tides, without intentionally seeking out material wealth. Why wait for the heat of midsummer to bring the twin stars, accompanying the bright moon, along the long embankment? It seems as if the silver river is flowing beneath, yet the breeze remains clear.
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