Zhaoqiu Collection

The morning breeze blows the leaves slightly cool, and the spider silk under the eaves is decorated with dawn light. The chrysanthemum buds on the fence are just beginning to break and become tender, and the shadows of the parasol trees in front of the steps are getting thinner and longer. The clouds move far away, adding a light green color, and the water around the flat embankment turns light yellow. A half-rolled Xiang curtain reveals a wild atmosphere, and a cup of clear tea washes away the busy dust. Listening to the soft sound of cicadas in the alleys, quietly counting the eaves and teeth showing the coldness at night. Don't lament that the fleeting time urges the order to be changed. The fragrance of Zhaoqiu is everywhere.