Spring came early to Luoyang this year. By early March, the whole city had quietly turned green. Peach blossoms glowed and plum blossoms smiled, while pear blossoms piled thickly on the branches like shattered jade. The warm breeze drifted past, intoxicating everyone it touched. It was the finest time of year for an outing among the blossoms, yet the people of Luoyang showed no sign of stirring.
They were still waiting, waiting for news of the flowers.
The people of this city were madly devoted to peonies. They scornfully called peach and plum blossoms "fruit flowers," insisting they were not real flowers and not worth a look. Only peonies were worthy of rousing the entire city.
When people in Luoyang spoke of going to see the flowers, they meant peonies alone. A poet once described it this way: "The people of Luoyang are used to rare blooms; when peach and plum blossoms open, they do not count as flowers. Only when the peonies bloom in profusion does the whole city rejoice without end."
When will the article about Da Yingmei be updated? !
Is this a literary trap? No -__-
How can white peony be purple? Could it be that the woman in purple is actually Yangshan Peony?
This monk is also a bunch of snobs.