Before I wake up from my summer dream, the cicadas are chirping, and the noise reveals the heat of summer. Sometimes at the end of summer, I really want to be transformed into a floating cloud in the blue sky, free and unhurried, as leisurely as a hidden person.
This thought only lasted until she got off the airport at the end of summer. The long period of relaxation made her a little unaccustomed to the feeling of being down to earth, and she felt not very comfortable. But then this mood was replaced by an emotion called "curiosity", and the previous thoughts were suddenly thrown out of the sky.