The lingering nostalgia in the rapeseed fields.

Among the golden rapeseed flowers all over the mountains and plains, spring has arrived in Wuyuan, and tourists come in droves. The rapeseed fields in the early morning are shrouded in a thin layer of fog. The mountains in the distance overlap one another, and the villages at the foot of the mountains are looming in the fog. There is no traffic and no intrigues in the city. Only the quiet birdsong accompanied the gurgling stream. , like a paradise.

Xiaoqi, Sixi, Huangling, Likeng, Jiangwan, these poetic or simple names are becoming increasingly blurred in my memory, but the Huizhou architecture against the backdrop of the rapeseed flowers in the mist still appears in my mind from time to time. Although many buildings are old, the exquisite brick carvings, wood carvings, and stone carvings still reveal the atmosphere of life in those days. Although you are in a foreign land, they once again evoke your long-lasting nostalgia.

Post by DanielHill | Nov 10, 2024