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As the cicadas' chirping gradually fades
August tiptoed in

The osmanthus scent is hidden in the wind.
The afternoon sunlight has also dulled its sharpness.
Warmth filters through the sycamore leaves like shattered gold.

A white shirt hanging on a rope.
The fragrance of sun-dried grass and wood.
The first scoop of sweet from the carved ice watermelon.
Just caught the shadow of the flowing clouds.

No need to rush.
And see the dragonfly skimming the water.
Listening to the evening star fall into the pond
Slow down the days
The swaying rhythm of an old rocking chair
Spread your heart's concerns under the moonlight.
Gently sunbathe

August will treat you gently.
As you at this moment
Gently treating this world...