Fortunate

There is love, but it has nothing to do with love. Slow pace, enter with caution. There was an old apricot tree next to the house where my grandparents lived. Later, my grandparents moved into my yard, and then my grandfather passed away. In 2020, I accidentally thought of this apricot tree, so I went to take a look at it. It was dead. The entire tree, trunk and branches were all black, and it was still wrapped with dry, light brown canes. Now my grandma is the only one left in the room in the yard, but a small apricot seedling came out next to the room, forming a "Y" shape with a very straight trunk. Now it is surrounded by the bitter melon planted by my grandma, which has already produced a small bitter melon. Intention: youth, confusion