I title this painting "The Unripe Mango". Indeed, it represents the youth of today. Cloaked in fiery attire, he embraces a tree of hope, full of burgeoning fruits. He is draped in passion, carrying the sprouts of youth, yet he doesn’t know where he is heading... However, it seems as though he has already managed to escape the deceptively perfect "haven of gentleness" in the distance. That place is as dark and cold as a graveyard. He has just crossed over a cage of thought full of barriers, full of anticipation yet stopping right here... The rootless water of this world is dizzying, but who can constrain a budding thought? Perhaps he has begun to make the unthinking self think. This could be the beginning of "self-awakening".
