Cherry

When I was young you gave me a cherry. When you come of age, I will give you a piece of cherry. You leave with one cherry. When I returned, I was still a cherry. But there are only cherries. "Brother, I'll give you a cherry. It's so sweet." Tang Miyuan, a young boy, handed a red cherry to Lin Yiyu. "Oh my god, whose yard has so many cherry trees?" Tang Miyuan, a young boy, accidentally walked into a yard and looked at the cherry trees all over the yard, full of secret joy. "The cherries I left for you. When the cherries are ripe next year, I will definitely come back." Tang Miyuan held a basket of cherries and handed it to Lin Yiyu, his eyes full of reluctance. "This is from the general to Sir. I hope that Sir will express his condolences." A guard handed Lin Yiyu a box and a letter. Inside the box are dark red dried cherries. Intention: No matter what you do, you will be defeated by the first place.