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Source Language: Simplified Chinese, Target Language: english, Translation Time: 2026-05-01 14:50
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| Date | Day | Time Period (24H) |
|---|---|---|
| 2024/08/18 | Sunday | Evening |
Today is August 18th, the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, also known as the Ghost Festival. It's already ten o'clock at night, and I heard that "ghosts" come out to visit relatives on this day. I wonder if I'll run into any of them, hehe.
I'm sitting on an empty lot in front of a tile-roofed house located halfway up a mountain. The house is empty, and I don't know who owns it. I'm listening to music here.
Suddenly I feel quite lonely. I don't like my parents interfering with me, and I don't want anyone to disturb me. I just want to stay in bed, daydreaming, and indulging in fantasies.
The moon in the sky is very bright, illuminating the fields, open spaces, tile-roofed house, and mountain in the wild. I stop singing, and not far away I hear a frog croaking. After a while, I can hear mosquitoes flying by. The vast evening is accompanied only by mosquitoes.
Walking this way, it's dark as in the picture, but I can still see the field edge clearly.
I walked through a field, but couldn't go further, probably because it rained today. The grass is wet, the path is soft, and the field edge is soaked by water, feeling squishy. I doubt if I jump a few times on it, it might collapse.
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