Beautiful Scenery: Spring, She's Waiting for You at Panlong Bay
I don't know why, but whenever spring comes, especially on sunny, breezy spring days, my heart feels like it's beating with an extraordinary rhythm, and I'm constantly thinking about standing in a scenic spot, indulging in its beauty, and letting myself go.
My first stop in Spring Tour was inevitably at Panlongwan. And you?
The wind wanders through the fields of crops.
It carries the ballads of the countryside.
"'Wildflowers blooming, let me slowly return'"
Yes, we stepped into the intoxicating golden ocean.
We stepped into my father's oil painting and my mother's embroidery frame.
I began to love Panlongwan's peach and willow trees.
This dust, bathed in sunlight.
This water, washed clean by the spring rain.
This warm spring color.
These blooming hibiscus and jasmine, this pure blue sky.
How much one longs for it—because of you, you are also here.
These swarms of swallows suddenly came from my window.
Throwing in a few joyful chirps.
Turning away.
This is a secret surprise.
I saw peach blossoms blooming, willows turning green.
The lake ripples as the water is pushed back.
Bees also started to work diligently.
In front of me was a just-blooming early cherry blossom branch.
Fresh and clean, they had pale white wings.
I longed to wear a crown of March flowers myself.
And be like them, basking in the warm sun.
Sometimes, I drift by slowly, sometimes gently, carried away.
The spring wind blows, and the willows turn green instantly.
The peach trees say they bloom, and they do.
The flowers stand bewildered.
They stretch their branches high, full of golden splendor.
Everywhere is brimming with the beauty of spring.
The ripples on the lake.
People who came last year have returned this year.
A flock of magpies perched on the trees, talking loudly.
The grass is always green, and my beloved flowers are always blooming.
The wind blows, and fallen petals gently gather together.
Look, the snow is falling again.
Inside me, there is peace, and the fragrance of flowers surrounds me.
In the cherry blossom garden, there is so much love and beauty.
Coming closer, filling my whole day.
I fell in love with the weeping willows, fish, and humanity at Panlongwan.
I fell in love with the white egret's wings and the sweetness of canola flowers.
And a wisp of smoke.
I love the dew clinging to the grass, the white egrets returning home.
That arched stone bridge.
And still as usual.
Standing in the center of the lake, full of tranquility.
The sun was too strong, even under the shade of the trees.
I could still see their transparent smiles.
Elegant turns, slow farewells.
Last night just rained spring showers.
The petals still have fresh creases.
I deeply know that there will always be a separation in life.
Such small cherry blossoms.
I don't know where the distant clouds have lingered and disappeared.
At this time, there are always some flowers.
Falling from the sky.
Giving you an unexpected surprise.
So many people love this unexpected blooming.
Flowers sway, the sound of blooming is like a secret.
Sometimes light, sometimes slow.
There are many ways to meet in the world.
In the moment of a casual glance back.
That blue sky was vast.
One flower dreams of endless boundaries.
Standing at the highest branch, also has unattainable brightness.
The sun shines on this place every day.
The bees buzz and hum.
They carry their entire lifetime of sweetness.
Hanging a bright spring in the sky.
The sky in the afternoon.
Shining with the light of flowing water.
Dew on the willow leaves, born in the morning, dying in the evening.
The wind on the lake is getting stronger.
People with a determined heart, embarking on a journey from the white clouds.
And my friends.
I also have an old story to share with you.
I want to share it with you.
The first time I came to Panlongwan, I thought of this poem.
"Such a happy day"
The mist has dispersed, and I am working in the garden.
The hummingbird pauses on the winter aconite flower.
This body washes away the sins under the moonlight.
Receiving numerous nameless homeless mountain girls as maids.
These innocent young girls, unfamiliar with the world.
They still maintain shyness, surprise, and reverence.
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