[There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy.
Qi Liumu held Zhou Shi's arm and said slowly:
"Ah Shi, look, the loquats in Chonghuaxuan are ripe."
"It's time to let go."
"..."
Zhou Shi raised his eyes and followed her gaze. Sure enough, it was just as she said.
The loquat trees are all ripe.
Intention: Everything goes well