July is the season when torches and fruit trees are red. July is rough, July is charming. I run towards the wilderness, towards the mountains, towards another world. Maybe it is an illusion that makes people come out of the house and makes people run... I can’t tell what July is.

July is the season when torches and fruit trees are red

July is rough, July is charming

I run towards the wilderness, towards the mountains

towards another world

Maybe it is an illusion

Tell people to get out of the house

Tell people to run ...I can’t explain

July is refreshing and comfortable

July is not just red skirts and white shorts on the street

swimsuits colorful or the Champions League

or the National Football League

July is the stream of feelings and thoughts. The rain curtain

is Tianyuan, the torrential rain, and the scorching sun

It is the season of red and ripe torch fruits all over the mountains and plains

You can pick them at will, eat them at will, and do whatever you want

Every torch fruit is like every star in the night sky The twinkling stars

look at me curiously and secretly, this strange and familiar guest

I always like to shake my head and say something, explain something

I am sweating in this July, I sing loudly to the torch fruit

The song is clear, the singing is clear, the singing echoes in all directions

Sing to run away from the epidemic, sing to run away from fatigue, sing to run away from the musty smell

Sing to run away from all the unpleasant and unhappy things

Sing to get back to work, sing to have a good harvest, sing to get rid of sweetness

Sing to get rid of a series of page by page progress Arabic numerals

Sing to wake up the mountain villages, sing to wake up the mountains, sing to wake up the poor ridges

Sing to wake up the still sleeping mountain village economy

In this July

My sweaty laboring feet are sonorous and powerful

In this July

I suddenly realized How close is the season of torch fruits to me

Text and pictures/Editor: Yang Jinhua/Sunshine