As Soon as Spring Arrives

Light drizzle, the distant view is breathtakingly green,

Xidi

Mountains and streams embrace lush green,

Patches of crimson scattered across the shallow stream,

A cluster of eaves and ridges,

Black and white village,

'Yinxian Xiaoyuanchen' (A Description of Peach Blossom Source),

'—From 'Yinxian Xiaoyuanchen',

Li Bai,

If you were to say which part of Jiangnan is most beautiful in spring,

I would think it's Xidi,
As soon as spring arrives,

I suddenly want to go to Xidi,

Xidi is located at the southwestern foot of Huangshan Mountain, originally named Xixi, also known as Xichuan, and named for the three creeks – Front Creek, Back Creek, and Society Creek – which flow eastward to westward within the village,

Xidi got its name 'Xidi' because of the creeks flowing westward along the village's edge, and because there was an old postal relay station,

It is often called 'Peach Blossom Source Village',

With wildflowers and birds flying, spring,

Along the way, endless small bridges, flowing water, and residences,

Jiangnan is always so mysterious,

A village head where a dense green covers it, shrouded in mist,

Brick, wood, and stone carvings are Xidi's 'Three Wonders',

A uniform of Hakka architecture,

Layouts that are harmonious and well-spaced, with overlapping courtyards,

A network of paved blue stone alleyways,

During light rain,

Like smoke and mist, winding alleys,

As if hanging a delicate and shimmering curtain that gently moves,

Light purple swallows flit along the dreamlike path, calling out ancient stories,

Walking on smooth, polished stone slabs,

Lost in the scent of quaint courtyards and towers,

During the brilliant sunshine,

Fields of blooming rapeseed flowers,

Reflecting the cheerful smiles of children flying kites,

Hardworking farmers are seen everywhere,

The sounds of washing clothes and vegetables, and the rhythmic sound of clothes being pounded – 'du, du',

Long, leisurely, and unhurried sunshine,

As soon as spring arrives, I want to go to Xidi,

I want to see the misty, ancient village,

I want to walk on the rain-washed blue stone paths,

I want to see the brilliant, welcoming rapeseed flower fields,

I want to see Hakka architecture like a Chinese ink painting,