Peach blossoms are pink, plums are white, and rapeseed is yellow; beautiful scenes are not necessarily far away

March is full of floral tales that can't be fully told; half the city is awash with the colors of spring. The Awakening of Insects has passed, and the Vernal Equinox is in sight. Mountains and rivers awaken, grass and trees thrive vigorously, with peach blossoms pink, plums white, and rapeseed yellow, welcoming spring as they sway in the breeze. Red, yellow, white, green, cyan, blue, purple... Countless colors spread out like an oil painting. Poetic spring hues bloom amidst green hills and clear waters. All the expectations for spring are reclaimed by the flowers. Carrying a vision full of blossoms, with a heart filled with brilliance, take a walk in the parks and fields, to listen to the sound of flowers blooming. The willow trees sway gently, their slender branches full of tender buds, like strings of jade necklaces. Magnolia petals fall, bidding farewell to spring reluctantly. Waves of golden rapeseed flowers attract dancing bees. Wheat fields are a vibrant green blanket, brimming with endless vitality. Cherry blossoms weigh down the branches, peach and plum trees burst into bloom, and the bauhinia and crabapple trees begin to open. Camellias, forsythias, and purple vetch vie to bloom. Those nameless wildflowers in the countryside also tell the story of spring. The wind carries the fragrance of flowers, romantic and gentle. Under the flowers and the moon, there is always comfort and ease. Beautiful scenes are not necessarily far away; converse with frogs, gaze with bees, let the breeze blow gently, watch the clouds drift leisurely, all are the tender entanglements of homesickness.