On the way to Xiqiao, there is a large field of white thistle. The sun was setting, and a sapphire blue Phantom drove by. A young man sat quietly in the car, wearing headphones and methodically turning the pages of the book in his hand. Then, slowly, turn toward the window. The white thistle covered with thorns is especially beautiful under the blue sky and white clouds. The young man stared blankly, but his eyes did not waver at all. After a while, he slowly turned to the page. Calm and stable, a glance that lasts forever.
Intention: youth, love, friendship