Shangping Town, the "hometown of Chinese chickpeaches".
More than 100,000 acres of peach forests were planted very early.
Mid-February to early March every year.
The peach orchard in front of every house here.
Break free from the shackles of warmth and cold.
Unbridled splendid bloom.
Pink makeup Daiyu, flying clouds.
Take this tranquil land.
Rendered glossy, brilliant.
It attracts groups of tourists to watch.
The poet's "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep".
This seems to be the case.
Shangping Town is located at the foot of Wudang Mountain in southern Guangdong.
Natural powdery magma mountain.
The natural environment is the result of this.
Chickpeaches, known as the "King of Peaches".
Best for growing naturally here.
The peaches are famous for their sweetness and refreshingness.
It is planted in almost every household.
At present, the scale has reached more than 150,000 acres.
Peach blossoms bloom in mid-February.
Peaches ripen in mid-July and are harvested.
Become a local to revitalize the countryside.
Economic growth on which we live**.
Hand in hand with the spring breeze, approaching Shangping Town.
Walk on Peach Blossom Mountain, which connects villages and villages.
It's like walking into a real "paradise".
Clusters of peach blossoms.
Bright and eye-catching, swaying in the wind.
Some are budding and ready to be released, and some are full of joy.
It is in full swing and blooming everywhere.
Thin pink petals.
Crystal clear and delicate.
Look at dozens of miles of peach blossoms.
The shadows of red silk are shaking.
Bright as clouds, Chu Chu moving.
The peach is dying, scorching its brilliance".
The place where the peach blossoms bloom in the village.
It is the epitome of "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms".
There is no one who does not love the gift of this spring breeze.
Peach Blossom Spring, Peach Blossom Valley, Peach Blossom Mountain.
It's like a fairy tale with an endless plot.
Inadvertently stage a visual feast.
Handsome men and beautiful women in gorgeous clothes.
I have long been in the peach blossom forest.
Kissing the fragrance of the petals.
With a few "clicks", the shadow freezes in the pink sea.
The years are long, and the ancient bridge is flowing.
The stream sings, and the heart is intoxicated.
100,000 peach blossom forest rhyme hides infinite power.
Walk through the peach blossom forests at every turn.
You can see the thick peach trees on them.
The peach blossom chicken that rode on the branches.
Peck pink petals.
There was the sound of walking back and forth in the woods.
That feeling, that scene, is like a shadow.
It's like a picture of a natural flow.
Embedded in the mist.
Quietly blurred our vision.
There is no one who doesn't love peach blossoms.
Every peach blossom tree has experienced a cold winter.
Sharpened out of the struggle of suffering.
Every bright flower.
It's all so pure and immaculate.
Cheeks as crimson as a girl.
Light, ethereal and agile.
We walked through the peach blossom forest.
The smell of the fragrance was all over the body.
Walk through the streams below the mountain.
Hold a petal that flows down the water.
The damp heart seems to be energized.
It lasts for a long time and flows in the heart.
It is the distance of life and poetry.