There is a huge crabapple tree in the deep palace, and there is always an old man under the tree, dressed simply, but looking straight in one direction, waiting for his old friend to return...
She bid farewell to old friends one after another under the crabapple tree in front of her house, and she withered along with the crabapple flowers...
Intention: If I want to write a sad article, it's best to make everyone cry.