On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the wanderers are busy on the way home, and the local tourists are busy running to the distance, and the number of scenic spots at the door of the house is less.
Just what the doctor ordered. I really don't like crowds.
Stroll along the Jiufeng Mountain Trail, plum blossoms swaggering all the way. Merlin is even more lively. Clusters of branches hung from each other, competing to start. Some are naughty, and a flower emerges on the main trunk and occupies the scenery. The sky is blue, the sun is shining on a sunny day, and the flowers and bones are more energetic under the warm sun. The stream is murmuring, and the reflection of plum blossoms is red. Merlin goes up, there are many colors, white, pink, yellow, rose, colorful, and there is a branch with both white and pink, with a clear sense of hierarchy. The tip of the nose has a faint flow of plum fragrance, fresh and elegant.
Visitors are in twos and threes, holding mobile phones to focus and record beautiful moments. Or pose and complement Mei.
This year's plum blossoms bloomed early. In previous years, the branches were hung around March after the new year. It may be for this reason that some people have not yet realized that the plum season has arrived, which has cheapened me, a casual tourist.
Mei Lan Zhu Ju, Mei is the head of the gentleman, proud of the world, how many literati and ink writers sighed for it. Fortunately, there are few people, and you can enjoy the style of Mei leisurely.