Early March in Jiangnan: Floral Scenes in the Mist

This's early spring March, although not the most beautiful time of year according to Lin Huiyin's heart, nor is it covered in countless flowers like a sea of trees, but the whole world is filled with a new feeling, as if all things in the world are quietly budding, budding a story themed 'Spring'.

At the time of work, because of the spring rain, I opened the small umbrella. The umbrella surface is elegant and transparent white, with countless small blue flowers scattered on it, the color is bright and fresh. A round circle covered my head, blocking the drizzle and the chilly spring wind, and moved gracefully with me without haste, giving me a quiet and peaceful world under the umbrella.

Just out of the house, only a few hundred steps, along the willow wharf, climb the steps and onto the bridge, and I stepped onto the swaying wooden bridge. There was no one else on the bridge besides me. My footsteps made a 'kick-kick' sound because of the 5-centimeter heel of the shoes I was wearing. The sound was crisp and clear on the narrow and long bridge, seeming to reach the sky, blended with the dark clouds, and then turned into countless raindrops, falling.

Underneath, is a row of wooden planks that I always looked at with some unease. There is a gap of three to five centimeters between each plank. Underneath the gap, about a few meters away, is the clear stream river, persistently heading east, the river water, influenced by the rain and mist, is not clearly light or dark.

The two banks of the river are already full of spring. Look at those tall willows, the swaying branches cast shadows on the water, soft like a girl's long hair, have said goodbye to the winter's restraint, every branch sprouts dense, lush green new leaves.

Although it's just leaves, because it's newly born, it has a small and exquisite bud, when brushed by the fine, silky raindrops, the color is particularly green and bright. A slight breeze passes by, thousands of thousands of willow branches greet the wind, dance and flutter.

Truly a good view of climbing the high ground. Arriving in the middle of the bridge, two clumps of clouds like flowers on the opposite side attracted me, looking far away, one is white, one is pink. The two trees are about the same height and size, standing in this misty riverbank, before the full bloom of spring, double bloom the most romantic floral event.

Standing between the two flower seas, my floral umbrella is no longer useful, the tall trees, the newly sprouted branches, and the countless flowers have already formed the most beautiful umbrella in the world, unique and invaluable.

Purple leaf plum, the trunk is still the understated and restrained dark gray, ancient and textured, the leaves and flowers grow together. Because it's just newly born, a tree is covered with a lot of small white flowers, concealing its glory, forming a distant view of a pristine and elegant appearance.

Those flowers, gathered in groups of five or six, squeezed together, half exuberant and half reserved, small and delicate, translucent and bright. Not as flashy as peach blossoms, not as opulent as roses, but they don't compete for division and detail, they quietly unfold, scattering and flying. Just like its floral meaning: happiness, positivity, and upward.

The wind on the branches gradually reaches its end, 'Duohan Chun Jian Liang San Qian Hua'.

Spring plum blooms, compared to purple leaf plum, is another kind of charm. Its flowers are bigger, and the petals are stacked, like a misty and cloud-filled pink, though beautiful, it is delicate and has no attack, emitting a sweet fragrance, reaching the nostrils. It then followed the breath to the deepest part of the heart, where it dreamed of a fragrant dream.

The rain still fell softly. Under the spring plum tree, the moss was just showing a greenish color, together with the newly sprouted grass, integrated into one. With a slight breeze, the two flower seas under the trees fell down a shower of flowers, countless petals reluctantly left the branches, falling down one by one, falling on the moss and grass, falling on my long hair, falling on the riverbank long chair where travelers rested…

In Jiangnan's March, the wind is warm and gentle, and the rain is continuous.

In the misty rain, watching mountains and rivers serene, watching trees and grasses verdant, watching cherry blossoms in full bloom, watching many warm and moist Jiangnan people, always shrouded in a hazy and poetic atmosphere, like a painting created by nature, truly: fallen flowers and drizzle create a pattern, travelers walk in a painting.

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