Thousands of golden raindrops fall from the branches, and the spring breeze rings with a kiss.

The March wind sweeps across the Min River, carrying the first breath of spring to Longling Summit. Standing on the bluestone steps and looking up, the entire hillside seems to have been splashed with a rich, golden paint, as yellow bell flowers engulf the slopes. Hundreds of thousands of bright yellow blossoms adorn the branches, like golden foil umbrellas unfurled by the spring breeze, layer upon layer, weighing down the branches. They create a flowing golden waterfall amidst the old Cangshan buildings with their black tiles and white walls. Ancient banyan trees sweep their beards over the dappled shadows of low walls, and a faint honey fragrance floats beneath the eaves of the arcades. The most magnificent old tree leans against the octagonal well, its gnarled branches reaching towards the sky, its blossoms exuding a golden mist in the sunlight. As the flower shadows sway, the entire stone road transforms into a flowing river of gold. Tiny petals drift with the wind over the saddle walls, landing on the rim of the tea stall owner's porcelain bowl, startling the tabby cat dozing on the porch. A young woman in a Hanfu dress ascends the steps, her embroidered skirt sweeping across the golden ground. The glass window of the old photo studio reflects the flowing spring colors. The old man selling malt sugar opens his wooden bucket, and the sweet fragrance mingles with the scent of flowers, permeating the alleyways. Even the sound of the ancient house's door knocker carries a touch of warmth.