The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk. Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately. The setting sun seems heartless, but it is actually the most affectionate. Cicadas on the trees in the garden are screaming desperately when the sun is about to set, and cicadas are everywhere in the garden. Cicada sounds like it's around, but you can't find it.
I don't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, and the breeze is heavy and bleak. In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps. Unconsciously, I was already in early autumn, and the nights became longer and longer. +The cool breeze is blowing slowly, and I feel cool again. The hot summer days finally subsided, and the room was quiet. There is also a little dew on the grass under the steps.