White Dew marks the onset of autumn, a faint chill creeps into one's sleeves

The White Dew has arrived, and the autumn atmosphere is growing stronger. In the early morning, dewdrops condense among the grass and trees, glistening like broken jade. When the cool breeze sweeps by, it feels as if the world has changed its clothes for a new season. The rice fields droop their heads, the maple leaves in the mountains have not yet turned red, and the cicadas' chirping has become sparse. People put away their thin shirts and add an outer coat, and there is also a bowl of warm soup in the dining room. This solar term is silent, yet it teaches people to follow the natural order. All things have now toned down their sharpness, and people should also calm their minds and nourish their spirits. The White Dew is the whisper of autumn, reminding us that time has quietly passed, and only the warmth and coolness are known to us.