Perspective 1: Of the grapefruit trees in the yard, there is still one grapefruit tree left after the winter this year. No one wants it from the time it bears fruit until now.
I picked it off, and found that the skin was green and yellowish, and the shriveled skin contained an unexpected fruit. I carried it to town, aimlessly.
"I'm having a meeting, maybe it'll be delicious if you break it open!" The voice of the boy on the bicycle drifted into his ears with the wind, and his hair was translucent, as dazzling as the sunshine that day.
"It's cut open, it's dry and rotten."
It seems like no one wants me either.
Dry and rotten.
Perspective 2: The wall of that courtyard has long since fallen off, the red bricks are piled up, and moss is covering it. Through the wall, you can see the fruits of the pomelo tree one by one. I secretly picked them a few times. They taste sour and sweet, and the fragrance is overflowing.
It's just a pity that there is another one. I have tried again and again, but I can't pick it out.
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