There is always a bit of laziness in the August sunshine, and you may always be drunk in a peaceful afternoon, lingering in the faint warmth after impetuousness, and enjoying the illusion in the hustle and bustle. Carefully take care of the sun-baked spider plants. I hope that in such an afternoon, the sunshine will break down and grow like summer flowers, and I will spread out the paper and write the sentence "Light and fleeting".