During the Beginning of Summer, all things shed their youthful green, stretching and unfolding in the humid heat. At this moment, heaven and earth resemble a craftsman's forge, thunderstorms echo like the sound of quenching steel, urging all life to transform through the hammering of the season.

立夏，万物褪去青涩，在湿热的环境里舒展筋骨。此时天地如同工匠的锻台，雷雨是淬火的声响，催动万物在“捶打”中蜕变。

In a workshop along the old street, three tiers of engraving chisels are arrayed on a paulownia wood table. The dialogue between chisel and metal quietly follows the seasonal rhythm of the Beginning of Summer...

在老街的一间作坊内，三叠錾刀在桐木案上列阵，錾刀与金属的对话遵循立夏的物候节律悄然布局......

The craftsman gently taps the vessel's surface, and the echos resonate with the seasonal code of Beginning of Summer. As metal and plants breathe in harmony with the rhythm of the solar term, each chiseled mark becomes a time tunnel connecting past and present, preserving the vigor of every Beginning of Summer in eternal forms, to be traced and felt by the hands of generations to come.

匠人轻叩器壁，回声里震荡着立夏的物候密码。当金属与草木在节气里同呼吸，道道錾痕便成了连接古今的时空隧道，让每个立夏的蓬勃，都沉淀为可被后世摩挲的永恒形状。