An original 古風 song for the sixth day — a summer courtyard at the turning hour between day and dusk: banana-leaf shadows cooling on rain-washed flagstones, dragonflies hovering over thin lotus stems, the stone well reflecting a pale sky. The cicadas cry is the last voice of the heat; when it fades, the first star rises in the ancient well's water.
Guzheng (古箏) takes the lead for the first time — its plucked slides and arpeggiated chords carry the sensation of that suspended, breathless moment before evening breaks the day's spell. Seven-character verse (七言), literary Chinese.