At the first solar term of summer, spring bows out, yet warmth delays its call. When greens outshine the fading red, seeds of spring swiftly grow. Song Dynasty (960-1279) poet Yang Wanli wrote in his poem The Little Pond: The little lotus bloom has just shown its tip slight; When all at once you see a dragonfly alight. Borne on the gentle summer eve’s sigh, as the setting sun lingers, watch twilight fade like a lullaby.
