The emerald vines climb freely, like lines of green poetry.

Walking into the ancient street feels like stepping into a tunnel of time, where spring's essence intertwines with ancient charm. The bluestone path, polished smooth by the years, gleams brightly, while the ancient buildings along both sides appear even more rustic in the spring breeze. Wooden doors and windows, weathered walls—all tell stories of bygone days. The small shops lining the street are filled with spring-related items: vibrantly colored hand-embroidered handkerchiefs with lifelike spring flowers; sachets of herbs and flowers emitting a subtle fragrance that refreshes the spirit. At the entrance of the flower shop, freshly picked blooms are displayed—passionate roses, fresh daisies, and elegant lilies. Entering an old teahouse and sitting by the window, brewing a pot of pre-Qingming Dragon Well tea, watching passersby stroll leisurely outside, listening to the crisp sound of wind chimes under the eaves—time seems to slow down. Spring in the ancient street is like an ink painting full of vitality, with every detail worth savoring. A spring journey is an intimate date with nature and a healing trip for the soul. In this season, we set aside our busyness and fatigue to embrace flowers, clear waters, and ancient charm, finding our own poetic corner in the world. In spring, the mountains are the first to sense the changing seasons. Following winding paths deep into the forest, beneath your feet is soft soil, moist from spring rain. Along the way, unnamed wildflowers bloom here and there—red like fire, pink like sunset glow, white like snow. The vast sea of azaleas is spectacular, spreading freely across the hillside as if nature had spilled its palette, pouring the most brilliant colors here. From the mountaintop, gazing into the distance, the endless mountains appear and disappear in the thin mist, with newly green treetops layered one upon another, meeting the colorful clouds at the horizon. The breeze carries the fresh scent of vegetation and the sweet fragrance of flowers, seeping into your nostrils, intoxicating you. At this moment, if you could sit on the ground and brew a cup of freshly picked spring tea while quietly appreciating the magnificent floral scenery of the mountains, what extraordinary contentment that would be.