In the spring of March, catkins fly like snow, flowers bloom, and everything recovers. Spring is blowing on people's faces, and everywhere is full of vitality.

Ping'an County, a semi-large county town in the south of Luyuan Kingdom, is separated by three cities from the imperial capital Yejing, and has jurisdiction over seven counties, and Anning County is one of them.

Anning County is located in the east of the county seat, separated by a hill from other counties, so that the traffic is blocked, and the economy is not as prosperous as other counties, but it is better because the people are simple, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, but they also live freely. The small county town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, by the hills of Wuxian Ridge, and by the Ru River, which runs through the entire Ping'an County.

There are many tributaries of the Ru River, with Anning County as the center, and several villages are built near the water, scattered around the county seat.

At the foot of Wuxian Ridge, Xinghua Village.

The apricot color at the head of the village and the white at the end of the village, Xinghua Village has been famous for apricot blossoms since the establishment of the village. Every spring, the apricot blossoms will be white the whole village, looking at it from afar, like the snow falling at the beginning, sometimes the wind blows, the branches shake the "snow" floating, one after another, infinitely gentle and delicate. As soon as this scene catches the eye, ordinary people can't move their steps.

At the entrance of the village, two high poles rise from the ground, nail a long plaque on it, the plaque is engraved with the name of the village, the depression is splashed with thick ink, the three words of "Xinghua Village" are impressively reflected on the plaque, and you can see it clearly from 100 meters away. There are a total of 59 households in the whole village, and they see smoke curling from time to time, and occasionally hear chickens and dogs barking.

The tributaries of the Ru River are like a soft veil of smoke, passing by the villages, on the other side of the river, hundreds of acres of green fields. In March, the warm breeze is not dry, taking advantage of the good spring to fill the garden, the farmers in the fields are bent to work, and the rice seedlings in their hands are rooted in the fertile soil.

As far as the eye can see, the whole village is peaceful and peaceful, but this peace can be stopped at the end of the village, and there is a cry that seems to be cut off by a sharp blade. The huge net woven by the rich sadness completely engulfed the end of the village.

At the end of the village, the apricot blossoms in the mountains behind the house are luxuriant, and the white one is like a picture scroll.

At the end of the village, there are only a few families living next to each other.

The one at the end is different from other houses in the village that are made of bricks, but are made of bamboo walls, thatched roofs, and surrounded by bamboo hedges, which enclose the bamboo houses and enclose a front yard.

There are a few apricot trees scattered in front of the hedge, and the petals of the flowers are falling to the ground, and the stream next to them meanders away with the petals that have fallen on the water......

A small door opens in the middle of the bamboo fence, and a bluestone paved passage extends inward from behind the door, and mossy tiles are inserted diagonally on both sides of the passageway, drawing a clear boundary between the passage and the dirt floor.

On the left side of the aisle is a vegetable field, and green seedlings have emerged from the soil. The bamboo fence separates the chicken coop from the vegetable furrow, and there is no trace of chickens in the chicken pen. Near the wooden platform stood two sets of drying racks, on which several dustpans were filled with coarse grains for drying.

There is a wooden shed on the right side of the aisle, with a few piles of hay piled up in the shed, and a small bamboo hut on the side of the shed.

At the end of the aisle are several layers of wooden steps, and up the stairs are a three-foot wooden platform supported by several short columns, and several bamboo houses and several low bamboo buildings are distributed in a staggered manner. In front of the house, there is a large and spacious terrace, and in front of a separate bamboo hut is a large maple tree, which is lush and lush, and the shade is just enough to envelop a set of tables and stools under the tree.

There are fourteen plum trees planted in the yard, distributed on both sides of the aisle and in front of the wooden platform, at this time it is past the plum blossoming season, the branches are green in spring, and the buds and leaves are verdant.

The cry wafting at the end of the village came from this elegant bamboo courtyard......