At the Start of Autumn, the crisp breeze in sunlit sighs breathes summer's last lullaby. Sunflower seeds ripen to exhale their golden prose, while autumn hums its tender themes through time's own stream. Southern Song Dynasty (1127-1279) poet Liu Han wrote in Start of Autumn: "I cannot find where the autumn songs fade; Steps covered with plane leaves, moonlight melts in the pool." May the moon's silver arc guide your way through the dark. May your days ahead glow harvest's warm spark. #CulturalJourney #24Solar Terms
Source: ChinaDaily
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