The Love of Red Mansion Fills Xiaoxiang

In early autumn, the heat has not gone away. The singing cicada on the branch is venting its irritability tirelessly. The Xiaoxiang Pavilion seemed quiet, with women and rough little girls lying on the kang. Xueyan and Chunxian were resting in the east room, while Lin Daiyu was taking a nap in the back room. Zicuckoo is sitting on the corridor doing needlework. The hundreds of bamboo poles in the courtyard look even more verdant under the sunlight, and mottled shadows are printed on the window panes. Zicuckoo looked at the parrot hanging on the moon cave, her eyes were half closed and she was drowsy. She lowered her head and did some sewing, but she felt so sleepy...