At the foot of the mountain, the flowers are in full bloom and fragrant. It is really a good place to live @warm wind, the petals come with a sweet fragrance. Walking around, I seem to step into the messy time series and fall into the abyss of time and space. Is it a Shengtang of "full trees and delicate red, thousands of branches of Dan color burning spring"? Is it "only fear of the east wind can do evil, chaos like rain falling window screens" two Songs? Or "the flowers cover the people, the flowers fly people tired and easy to dusk" Ming and Qing? The simplicity of the peach, the lightness of the peach, the sadness of the peach, the beauty of the peach, the virginity of the peach...Those poems about the peach blossoms are like flying birds, they are all flapping their wings and rushing. The memory is open, and the thoughts are that strong red