Pear blossoms bring rain, and Jiangnan tastes good prose.

After seeing the cherry blossoms in Dashan Village, I am looking forward to the pear blossoms in Dahe Village in the south of the Yangtze River. Perhaps the name "Jiangnan" is too attractive. Whenever I touch the word "Jiangnan", I will think of Yangzhou with fireworks in March, the ten-mile peach blossom in Qinhuai in my dream, and the Dahe village in Jiangnan from a pear flower that wins snow.

As the sunset rises, lovers walk through the pastoral buildings, walk hand in hand in the sea of flowers, and slowly walk into the painting, listening to the hum of bees and butterflies, forgetting the scenery, and naturally have a feeling of not returning home.

I don't know if it's coincidence or fate. The big mountain village and the big river village dozens of miles away have implied the word "mountains and rivers" so tacitly. With the company of youth and flowers, how can teenagers not be in high spirits? No wonder Xue Tao, a poetess, can write a magnificent chapter of "Yang 'an children clap their hands and laugh, making you conjure up a scene in the south of the Yangtze River".

A spring rain, unprovoked wet a few pear flowers, spring suddenly warm and cold overnight. Originally, I had to wait until the sun was shining to enjoy the flowers in Pear Valley, because an unexpected rain had to be urged in advance.

Pear blossoms bring rain, softening a vivid landscape picture. It really hurts the endless falling flowers in that place. Stepping on the soft ridge, a string of footprints of leather shoes, cloth shoes and high heels meander along the zigzag lines of rape flowers to the depths of pear flowers.

Tourists are intoxicated with fairy tales woven by pear flowers. Some fly kites, some take pictures in twos and threes, some pick wild vegetables with baskets, and some take children for a walk. In the spring breeze in March, pear flowers quietly listen to the music of nature, and pear flower valley is immersed in the faint ink painting.

A woman in red came leisurely, perhaps because she couldn't bear to step on colorful petals. She bent down, squatted down and gently picked up petal after petal, held it in the gentle palm, and blew it gently. The petals floated into the distance like soft bones, like pages of poetry.

Lihua Valley in the sunset is as beautiful as a girl's shyness. A mountain breeze swept over the girl's shoulder, and her long hair was scattered. The pear blossoms in the sky are graceful, in the faint taste of pear blossoms.

My mind can't help moving. It turns out that the beauty of youth is always suffocating and exciting. I don't know who made a few slight sighs, which lasted for a short time, like a song of "burying flowers".

"Pear blossoms bring rain". Isn't this a woman who walks into reality? Pear Valley, thousands of miles away, spews out a poetic picture scroll, which makes many girls who love spring feel dejected and makes many peach blossoms wither.

Absent-minded, the woman in red disappeared into the pear flower, just like a delicate red lip looming, and like a dream of red mansions following the trend. Even if there is a custom of burying flowers in Qian Qian, it is just a waste of time. Only the winding pear flowers are at your fingertips, which is a grand scenery that can be held in your arms.

The tourists were intoxicated by the flowing picture scroll. The pear tree that has lasted for 400 years is a long story of the years, and the pure floret is the exclamation point of the years. Listening to the tinkling sound on the bluestone board, the echo of the return of Tang poetry and Song poetry.

In the twilight, pear blossoms perch on the centuries-old immortal branches, quietly bloom and fly alone.

Before the beautiful scenery is seen enough, the beautiful women in the same industry are busy calling boss Fan of Haihua Farmhouse to arrange dinner.

Beauty is a native of Chengdu and has been a frequent visitor to Pear Valley since the first Pear Flower Festival. Or riding a horse, driving a car, hiking, traveling in a group, or camping, as long as she can come to see pear blossoms, her mood is happy.

She said that she likes Lihua Valley after the rain, and she likes the clean, pure and beautiful feeling.

Every time she comes to Lihua Valley, she will put her ear on the bluestone board and listen to the horse crow.

Ask her what she heard. She blinked and answered mysteriously, "I always hear the smell of statehood."

The smell is audible, not a poet but also a poet.

As early as the Tang Dynasty, Lihua Valley was the place where Jianzhou people bid farewell. There is still an old saying that people are sent to the pear valley in Dongxi. At that time, the ancients enjoyed planting pear trees, drinking pear wine as a farewell, taking wild vegetables as health food, playing with mountains and rivers and planting pears. It is said that the first scholar Wang Guipu lived 108 years old.

For dinner, as the beauty wishes, she chose Haihua Farmhouse, located in Group 4 of Dahe Village. This humble farmhouse is located in the core area of the scenic spot. Because of its pure and rich local flavor, it has become the base camp for netizens in Jianyang, a spicy community of Sichuan News Network. After the famous lyricist Zhao Kelun tasted the cold chicken, he was full of praise and wrote "Native Chicken Fu".

A group of people are sitting on the roof, blowing the wind of pear blossoms with rain. In the twilight, Pear Valley danced at his feet in a charming manner, and the vast sea of flowers stretching from north to south rolled up a layer of white waves, swaying the spring breeze in March. At this time, Jiangnan town is like a lovely cheongsam woman.

It is said that this was once the place where the top scholar Wang Guipu rode horses and recited poems. At that time, Wang Zhuangyuan couldn't afford to catch a cold, and the village girl cured the disease of the champion with the earthwork of frying eggs with Lai Gebao grass, which made a story that the village girl met the champion through the ages.

Beauty said, when we go to Pear Valley, it's a pity that we don't eat some flower cats, don't bring some Laigebaocao, don't eat pear chicken, and don't eat pears soaked in jars.

Unfortunately, the boss's business is really good. The pears in the jar have long been empty, except for the sweet and sour thoughts of the guests, only a plate of cold chicken and stir-fried cat is left to soothe the hungry stomach.

A group of people still sat down happily, took the glass, tasted the cold local chicken first, then took a cat with chopsticks, and finally peeled off a few peanuts nine centimeters long. The lips and teeth are full of pear blossoms, which are chewy and chewy, and the aftertaste of Jiangnan is quite long. ...