A young girl sits under a locust tree counting her early summer eggs
Makoto Shinkai style, high saturation, fresh style. In the sky, magnificent white clouds.The early summer sun slanted across the pomegranate treetops, scorching the courtyard's bluestone slabs. A young girl in a light green cloth skirt sat beneath a locust tree, a bamboo basket spread across her lap. Inside, she counted and tucked her early summer eggs, wrapped in colorful silk thread. Some red resembled small lanterns, some green resembled jade beads, into a woven egg-cage. A white cat curled up on a bamboo mat at her feet, its tail tip occasionally sweeping the ground. Suddenly, its ears perked up--the chirping of cicadas echoed from the cucumber racks outside the fence. As soon as the first "cicada" sounded, it had already scurried under the racks, clawing at the vines and swaying, startling the newly-rippled cucumbers, causing them to drop morning dew onto its snow-white backs. --ar 1:2 --stylize 50
Makoto Shinkai style, high saturation, fresh style. In the sky, magnificent white clouds. The early summer sun slanted across the pomegranate treetops, scorching the courtyard's bluestone slabs. A young girl in a light green cloth skirt sat beneath a locust tree, a bamboo basket spread across her lap. Inside, she counted and tucked her early summer eggs, wrapped in colorful silk thread. Some red resembled small lanterns, some green resembled jade beads, into a woven egg-cage. A white cat curled up on a bamboo mat at her feet, its tail tip occasionally sweeping the ground. Suddenly, its ears perked up—the chirping of cicadas echoed from the cucumber racks outside the fence. As soon as the first "cicada" sounded, it had already scurried under the racks, clawing at the vines and swaying, startling the newly-rippled cucumbers, causing them to drop morning dew onto its snow-white backs.
