The story's little yellow flowers bloom in the spring of Guilin

The golden rapeseed flowers sway in the wind, and thus the story of Guilin turns the page to spring. Embracing the wildly growing sea of flowers, the sweet scent of rapeseed flowers lingers at the tip of the nose, as the spring breeze whispers in my ear 'long time no see'; There's no need for a deliberately crafted pastoral fairy tale feeling, as if by simply reaching out one could grasp spring itself, this romantic scene unfolds right in the rapeseed flower fields.