In the classroom, there was a boy sitting at a single table near the podium by the outside window.
On the first day of the new semester, he wore headphones and turned half of his face sideways. The window was open, and the wind made a few stupid hairs stand up on his head. He occasionally closed his eyes and looked like he was enjoying himself. He is the only quiet presence in the noisy crowd, like a distinctive moon among the scattered stars. Very nice, very beautiful.
Especially the right half of his face, which extends from the stand-up collar of his school uniform, winds all the way to his neck, chin, and all the way to the scar near his ear. It is like an old tree blooming in spring, growing vigorously in the unfinished summer, free and easy; it is also like a snowflake that has not been submerged in the four seasons, taking root in this person's skin, trying to bear fruit.
——When people meet him, they can't look away.
Concept: Vitality, vigorous vitality, one kind of love, survival from desperate situations
