Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, from white flowers to green water, every spring scene is exciting.

Big pear blossoms in Longjiazui, a hot city. Figure/@ Tai Chi photo lang

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. This poem, originally used to describe the snow scene in the north, is just right to describe the spring in Longjiazui, a hot city now.

There are many white flowers, pink ones and Li Bai. I was very excited to see the pear flower in Longjiazui in my circle of friends in late March.

There is a difference between pear blossom and plum blossom. Plum blossoms are smaller than pears, and pears are whiter than plums. Go to Longjiazui to see pear blossoms, mainly because the pear blossoms here are large. After years of development, thousands of acres of crisp pears have been planted here. Longjiazui also held an ecological pear orchard picking festival. Crispy pears make people feel different at first sight, and the taste is unforgettable. The fruit industry has also made Longjiazui famous.

Spring scenery near Longjiazui. Figure/@ Tai Chi photo lang

When we took aerial photos of pear blossoms, we found that Maxi River had been transformed. So I walked up Masitan, playing all the way to Gortains Reservoir, and then to Laopenggou. All the way is beautiful, which makes people linger.

The view of Gortains Reservoir. Figure/@ Tai Chi photo lang

Especially this time, we made a detour to the estuary in the middle of Gortains Reservoir. All the people who live here are former reservoir immigrants from Laopeng Village. Walking in here feels like heaven. More than a dozen families have a temple with a mountain facing the water, and the only road leading to the outside of the mountain has been paved with cement.

Old people get together. Figure/@ Tai Chi photo lang

In the crowd, I met an acquaintance I haven't seen for years, Xie, a cadre of the former hot town government. He likes writing when he is in office. We have been friends for many years, but we don't have many opportunities to meet each other. How time flies! In an instant, he was 75 years old. After returning home from the army, he insisted on reading books and newspapers every day, and he also had a special hobby, collecting wine bottles. He showed me some wine bottles in his collection and made me cry.

I often think that everyone has the right to his own hobbies, and his hobbies are different. As long as the heart belongs, life has more meaning.