The climate in Jiangnan is humid, unlike the Capital City.
Just past May, the weather is already very hot and humid.
Today's weather is quite nice, except the sunshine is a bit glaring.
Steam rises from the ground, sticking to one's skin, very sticky.
In the dilapidated small courtyard, by the well.
A thin little figure is struggling to draw a bucket of water.
She desperately turns the wheel, attempting to lift the water bucket full to the brim.
But due to her lack of strength.
Every time she can't hold it for long, the just-raised bucket rolls back down with a clatter along the rope.
She rubbed her already red little hands, stomped her foot in frustration, helplessly continuing.
Unfortunately, she is too weak.
Every time the bucket is halfway up, she runs out of strength.
The recent time she almost touched the bucket, but as soon as she let go of one hand, the bucket dropped back into the well.
Just as she was infinitely despondent and sad.
