The fragrance of pear blossoms on the banks of the Hyland River

Swallows come to Shixin Society, and pear blossoms are after the Qingming Dynasty. This is the spring of Gangnam, the pear blossoms of Gangnam. Spring in the north is always so late. After the Qingming Dynasty, the willows were slightly yellowed, and the trees were still bare, without spring color. On the banks of the Highland River, pear trees stand like rows of dead trees on the hillside. They waited quietly for the arrival of the spring wind and spring rain. After the valley rain, several pear blossoms quietly climbed up the branches. They seem to be the messengers of spring, and they are like engineers who open the way. They carefully opened the buds, testing whether the spring breeze was gentle and whether the sun was shining. They wanted to pass on this spring message to thousands of pear trees. Maybe it was suppressed for too long, or maybe the spring breeze was too gentle. Before the Messenger returns, all the pear trees will be full of flowers overnight. The big pear blossoms dye the mountains white, the fields white, and the rivers and springs white. At the foot of Mao'er Mountain, on the shore of the sea, it has become a white world and a sea of flowers. If you don't see the spring water gushing, if you don't smell the flowers, it's like returning to the pure fairy tale world, the snow country. They are not butterflies, they are dancing Korean beauties, soft bodies driving colorful long skirts, swirling in the sea of flowers, like a cluster of gorgeous golden vegetables blooming in the spring; they are Korean nationals. The Armani people dance softly, dancing up and down to the beat of the long drum, they dance for the spring, they sing for the new life; they are the korean youth who dance lightly, the long ribbon hovers overhead, the rainbow flutters in the air, they sing the vitality of youth, releasing the glory of youth; they are the Korean Abaji dancers who dance lightly, the flute, they are lamenting the passage of time, they are recalling life They are elegant Korean girls dancing, the melody of the Gayuqin flows in the hands, forming a babbling water, flowing to the river, Run to the sea. This is a people who love life, and this is a people who can sing and dance. No matter how the times change, no matter how life changes, they always treat life with a sunny mentality and understand the mentality of life. For thousands of years, the melodious sound of the piano has been haunting their hearts. They sent away their troubles and sorrows with the sound of the piano, and ushered in an open-minded life with dance. Wherever they go, as long as it is a place where this nation gathers, there will be songs and laughter, and there will be romantic life here. Wandering in this sea of flowers, reveling in the beauty in front of you, reveling in the rich floral fragrance, reveling in your own mood. Yes, in this sea of snow-white flowers, in this joyful song and laughter, who will not be intoxicated, who will not forget their love. Spring pear blossoms with rain, that is the feelings of the literati, the troubles of the literati, the color of spring is always spring, the color of spring, the feeling of spring. In our land of China, there are fifty-six nationalities. They are like fifty-six flowers, blooming in the great garden of the motherland. The white-clad people on the banks of the Hyland River, like this white pear blossom, bloom gracefully; they bloom fragrantly; they bloom luxuriantly and brilliantly.