At this moment, my morning glory on the windowsill is half-blooming, one purple and one azure blue. The birds in the bushes go from noisy to faint. Birdsong only likes to be in the silence of the dust. Only the call of the turtledove is still warm. Occasionally there is the sound of a rooster, high-pitched and loud. Although the rooster bears the name of "Chicken Sichen", it is not as diligent as morning glory.
The little cat on the night shift is still energetic at the moment, and she is always rubbing around me when she is hungry, but whenever there is a little wind and grass, she will "tiger" eyes.
The heat was officially launched, I stopped walking outdoors earlier than usual, and turned on the air conditioning mode yesterday afternoon.
Thinking back to last summer's explosion, my heart palpitated. How hot this summer will be, the mystery remains to be revealed.
The drizzle is accompanied by the breeze, the raindrops knock on the window, the birds chirp happily, and the little mimi sits quietly on the desk, as if watching the scenery, and seems to be listening to the rain intently.
There is no feeling of heat at all, as if there is the illusion of being in the early autumn. For a while, I didn't know what the night was.
It's cool for a good autumn, but that's all.
Sketch on the first makeup
