In midsummer, I walked through that treeline and saw a unique scenery in the world. I saw the roses growing wildly on the roadside, the fresh and deep green leaves, and of course, the scorching sun hanging high in the sky.
At the end of Wutong Street, there was a group of teenagers. They laughed at me for not following them. The teenager's smile was like the bright sunshine and the refreshing tea.
I saw the breeze supporting the tung leaves, the scorching sun like us, and us like the scorching sun.
[Our boyhood never ends]
Intention: I want to paint my youth with a new pen in my hand