In my youthful days, there was always a crabapple tree. My grandma often recited: "When I was a child, every time the fruits were ripe, a group of children would rush to the tree to eat the fruits. The taste was sour, sweet, and delicious..." In the days that followed, the crabapple tree flourished year after year, but it never bloomed...
Intention: In everyone's youth memories, there will be a few people. They may be dazzling or ordinary, but they will always accompany you from beginning to end.