The street in the summer afternoon is filled with sunshine. The trees on both sides are obviously the same, but the green is darker and lighter. The road is the same, and the people are the same. Even the same person is the same. But few can happily accept the contradiction of light and dark like the second tree on the left, and strive to fill the sun. When the wind blows, the rustling sways, bit by bit breaking away the thick shadows under the trees, completing another kind of beauty.
Intention: Who is not a good person and who is not a bad person?