At noon in summer, a ray of sunshine passed through the palm-sized sycamore leaves and shone on the young man enjoying the shade under the tree. A cool breeze blew in, blowing the tips of his hair and blowing away the heat from his body. It blew the lush sycamore leaves and swayed left and right, dragging the young man's delicate face. The young man heard a familiar voice shouting not far away.
His name, turned around - it was him, the young man smiled at him, the wind of that year turned the pages of the book and plucked the young people's heartstrings. You hear the wind blowing.
Intention: self-motivation