After several farmhouses, along the winding hill road, it was not long before I arrived at Yangmei Garden. At this time, the red bayberry in the mountains and plains was ripe, and the lush green foliage was lined with the delicate bayberry, which was always filled with "Flying flames to the sky", "Red clouds tens of thousands of weights" poetry; flashing red and purple, one by one hanging quietly on the branches, hidden in the lush green forest Between the elves who are eager to play on the ground, they enthusiastically summon everyone to pick them up. sneak off a piece of stuffed into the mouth. At this time, the bayberry is small and small, sweet and sweet, and the fresh flesh and overflowing juice fill the entire mouth, letting the juice flow between the teeth, sour. Sweet and pervasive, with unspeakable coziness and satisfaction~