That year, the pear blossoms were in full bloom, and we sat together under the pear trees and enjoyed the future...
This year, the pear blossoms bloomed and failed, failed and bloomed again. Under the pear tree, I held on to the trunk and lamented that things have changed...
The pear tree has witnessed our youth, shyness, and longing for the future, as well as the alienation, indifference, and regret in our eyes...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.