All the begonias in the yard are in bloom, emitting a strong and fishy-sweet fragrance. When Shen Zehai smelled the aroma, he thought of his little uncle. "Little uncle, why haven't you come back yet? Did you come back as soon as the crabapples bloomed as promised?"
He had been waiting for forty years, and the crabapples in the courtyard were blooming and falling. Last night, Shen Zehai couldn't hold on any longer, but he smelled the fragrance of the crabapple flowers, so he held on until dawn. When he looked out the window, there were no crabapple flowers anywhere. There were only dry leaves and broken flowers on the ground. Suddenly, he remembered that there seemed to be no crabapples in the yard.
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Intention: Positively look forward and use negative teaching materials