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Xue Shu envied everyone and everything in Qingyou's house next door, and it had been many years since he was a baby. Qingyou's kitchen house faces west, and there is a pear tree in front of the house. The pears are wooden pears, small and solid, and they are as sharp as stones when chewed. No one likes to eat them, so they are left hanging on the tree to dry, shrink and turn black, like a tree weight. When the wind blows, they rattle like a hollow gourd. But every spring and April, the pear blossoms on that tree were the most beautiful in the village, like snow flakes and white butterflies. Qingyou's family would sit under the dazzling pear blossoms every morning to eat, drinking rice soup and eating pickles.
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