Every spring and summer, from Okinawa in the south to Hokkaido in the north, cherry blossoms bloom one after another according to the seasons and climate, lasting for several months.
Many people who love cherry blossoms, both in Japan and abroad, also follow this route from south to north, which is called the "Sakura Tour", and a large amount of cherry blossom culture was born.
In fact, if we look at the absolute number of cherry blossoms planted, there may not be fewer cherry blossoms in China than in Japan.
China does not have a national flower.
It can't be cherry blossoms, no matter how many there are, it doesn't match the cultural symbol at all.
So, which ones are consistent?
The answer is no.
No kind of flower can completely and completely interpret the image and temperament of such a huge country.
No matter China.
China as well.
It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
It's all too complicated.
From thousands of years ago to the present.
People who are familiar with history, or even primary and secondary school students, often come across such a sentence pattern when studying history: "In xx BC..."
It’s commonplace for many people.
But in fact, "big history" lies within it.
AD is not the point.
The focus is BC.
The King of Qin destroyed the six kingdoms and came to the world, calling him the "First Emperor". That year was 221 BC.
What this sentence means is that before the birth of the Christian era, more than two hundred years ago, we already had a unified political empire, and before that, we experienced a cultural explosion much earlier. An unprecedented civilized feast.
then.
Along the way for thousands of years.
There have been several unifications, several collapses, many prosperous times, and many losses.
We once stood at the pinnacle, proud of the world, and dominated the world; we also experienced the darkest days, when our country collapsed, our civilization declined, and our nation's lifeline was tied to the hooves and muzzles of the enemy.
We laughed.
We cried too.
We were proud.
We have also been frustrated and disappointed to the point of despair.
We have experienced what others have experienced; we have experienced what others have not experienced; we have experienced everything others have experienced, are experiencing, and will experience in the past, present, and future.
We have experienced all of it.
And all those experiences were accumulated over thousands of years and turned into the "Twenty-Four Histories" and the "Hundred Schools of Thoughts".
It was transformed into "Ode to Peony".
It was transformed into "The Theory of Love and Lotus".
It was transformed into "Bamboo and Stone Pictures".
It was transformed into "Praise to White Poplar".
…
What single flower can represent such an experience?
No.
Even compounding is difficult.
That’s why China doesn’t have a national flower.
Then, many people, in terms of appreciation, love everything "beautiful".
At this moment, Ji Yan, Zhao Lan, Qian Xiaoqin and the others were admiring the rain of cherry blossoms for a while under the lush cherry blossom trees. They took turns taking crazy photos, and then they moved to a large pear tree next to them. .
The pear blossoms are in bloom, as white as jade.
The pink and white of cherry blossoms are beautiful, and the pear blossoms are equally beautiful. The former is colorful, while the latter is gentle.
Even the photos show some differences.
When they were under the cherry blossom tree, the three girls were running around, laughing, and going crazy. But when they were under the pear blossom tree, they took more photos of quiet ladies.
Zhao Lan even said that she would change into a white dress tomorrow and come here to take pictures again.
The smell of cherry blossoms is weak and you can’t smell it even if you are close to it.
Pear flowers have a clear fragrance, but they are not famous for their taste.
At this moment, the three of them were under the pear tree and among the pear blossoms, sniffing unconsciously, but they smelled a strong and intoxicating fragrance.
"What kind of fragrance is this?" Ji Yan's nose was sniffing all over.
"It's not here." Qian Xiaoqin said, "I'm very familiar with this smell. I've definitely smelled it before! Wait a minute, let me think about it, I can definitely remember it!"
However, after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't remember it.
Qian Xiaoqin stamped her feet anxiously.
The loud chatter of people in the distance helped them determine their direction. The three of them pedaled. After about seven or eight minutes, they saw a patch of purple in front of their eyes.
When I got closer, I realized that it was a sea of purple flowers.
Countless tourists like them were wandering in and out of this endless sea of flowers.
Not only tourists, but also a large number of butterflies and bees.
Especially butterflies.
The flowers are large flowers, purple and white, like grapes, hanging in clusters.
There are some that are one meter high that you can touch with your hand, some that are two meters high hanging above your head, and some that are three to four meters or even ten meters high, spreading out to form a "flower mountain" or a "flower sea", and this area covers an unknown number of acres.
, or dozens of acres, or more.
A large number of butterflies fly among these mountains and flowers. Under the beautiful sun, the scene is like a dream.
When they came closer and integrated themselves into this sea of flowers, Ji Yan and the other two were completely speechless. There was no praise or beauty left, only ecstasy and complete intoxication.
So beautiful!
So delicious!
Like many tourists, they had their faces raised and their eyes closed.
Then, take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and repeat it back and forth, as if you want to open up your entire body.
After a long time, Qian Xiaoqin still said with a fascinated look on her face: "Wisteria flower! I never knew that wisteria flower can be so beautiful! It can also be so fragrant!"
Then it’s time to take photos.
Taking photos like crazy.
This time, it’s really crazy!
They took pictures of themselves, each other, flowers, various flower stands, and butterflies, both dynamic and static.
Keep patting and patting.
Just like a mobile phone with unlimited power and unlimited capacity.
The car kept driving in this sea of purple and white flowers, which seemed endless. However, due to their interest, none of Ji Yan and the three of them felt tired. Then, it was the factor of time that allowed them to barely wake up from their ecstasy, and according to the
Use the map on your mobile phone to adjust the direction of the car.
However, as I pedaled, I unconsciously stepped into another sea of flowers.
It still has a strong fragrance that can be smelled from afar.
But this time it's not intoxicating, but refreshing.
Even if you don't take a deep breath intentionally, it will naturally refresh your soul.
I can't tell whether it has a fresh fragrance, a warm fragrance, or a sweet fragrance.
"Sophora japonica! I like sophora nectar the most!" Zhao Lan shouted, "Hey, Yanzi, Qinzi, do you think there is sophora nectar for sale here?"
Zhao Lan’s grandmother and grandfather were beekeepers.
When she was a child, she had endless amounts of honey to drink, and the most abundant honey was mixed nectar. The only pure and unadulterated honey was acacia nectar.
That is also Zhao Lan's childhood memory.
But that was a long, long time ago. Zhao Lan's grandparents passed away one after another, almost ten or twenty years ago.
During this period, it was not that Zhao Lan never drank honey again, but that he never drank honey in his memory. Especially in recent years, not to mention the processed honey sold in supermarkets, there is a lot of original honey, and it is said to be acacia honey.
, Zhao Lan couldn’t taste the taste in his memory either.
I don’t know if her memory was wrong and the taste of childhood was promoted to be beautiful, or if the honey is really bad now.
But at this time, I came under another boundless locust tree and walked through this sea of white flowers. I smelled the familiar smell and felt the fragrance that penetrated my heart.