"There is a loquat tree in the pavilion. My wife planted it when she died. Now it is like a canopy."
When Zheng Zhixiao skipped this poem in his mind, he happened to look up and saw the loquat tree in the yard. A beam of sunlight shone on it. The hydrangeas in the pot under the tree were also gently swaying with the wind.
"Shen Zhen, why do you like loquats instead of hazelnuts?"
"Why did you all leave? Just leave me here alone."
Later, they lay quietly in a row of corners in the cemetery. . .
The tombs of Shen Zhen, Tang Huan and Qin Pu were quietly bathed in the sunshine. Zheng Zhixiao in the shadows was particularly lonely.
Intention: Like each other, yin and yang are separated Be