My hometown Jiuling is a very beautiful place. April and May every year are the seasons when wild roses and citrus flowers bloom. It is simply a paradise on earth. The pink-white and light-red petals of wild roses seemed like someone had crushed the clouds on the horizon and scattered them gently. Thousands of small snow-white flowers on the citrus trees are crowded among the tender green leaves. From a distance, they look like they are covered with a thin layer of spring snow. The floral fragrance of wild roses is very strong. When the flowers bloom, you can feel the blooming scene from the powdery fragrance even in the dark night. The clear sweet fragrance of citrus flowers can intoxicate people. Bees buzz and sing in the flowers all day long, and butterflies do not want to leave. They stop quietly on the petals, as if they are firmly nailed by the fragrance and do not want to move for a long time. The citrus garden is surrounded by a hedge of thorny tangerine trees with sparsely blooming small white flowers. But I don't plan to go back. It's like our youth, which can never go back. We can only weave it into a long ribbon in dreams and memories, embroider it with tiny flowers in the forest, and sway in every midnight dream as the breeze blows across the willows.
Concept: Memories of youth