After getting lost in Yangshuo in spring, I captured the best photos of my life

The mountains are covered with rapeseed flowers ✨, like an overturned paint can, splattered in the breeze of karst landscapes. The flower branches tickle my ankles, and the bees recite prose poems in my ear. In the distance, grandpa poles a bamboo raft 🛶, cutting through the green river. It turns out that the textbook phrase "people traveling in a painting" is hidden in this secret place! . I happily twirl in the center of the flower field, drinking afternoon tea 🍵 and enjoying the warm afternoon sun. At the moment the shutter clicks, the wind blows away the floral skirt and the past. I nestle on the riverside terrace 🏞️ of Yunwu, stretch out, and wait for a sunset. The butler quietly brings over spring mugwort dumplings, and I taste childhood when I bite into them. . All those senses that had withered in the city suddenly awakened. It turns out that spring is not a season. 🌱 It is the dewdrop that falls when running barefoot. It is the first ray of morning light 🫧 shining on your face. It is the stranger you meet who says, "🌈 Girl, you are brighter than the flowers."