Youth Under the Coconut Tree

When we were eighteen years old, a group of young people came to Hainan in a confused way. At that time, we had dreams and opened our arms to embrace this welcoming city, but we were burned in an instant. Life is like a hot dagger, it pricks us full of holes, and then scabs quickly, leaving no chance for blood to flow out. When the sea breeze picks up again, we hear the jungle tearing apart, the waves roaring, and the white dress fluttering high. It's such an irresistible youth!