Wentu/Ying Zhigang

My grandmother told me, if you like someone, go to the rapeseed field and make a wish. If the Bodhisattva hears this, he will let her come to you.

This method is really effective.

When rapeseed flowers were blooming in 2020, I made a wish in the flower field of Chenghu International Slow City. When spring turned to summer solstice, I met the love of my life.

Old people all say that once the wish you make is realized, you have to go to that place every year to fulfill your wish, so that happiness can always accompany you.

In the next few years, I will definitely come to this rapeseed field located in Luzhi Town outside Gusu City.

Even if it is not to fulfill my wish, what is more important than the blooming of a flower this spring?

Just after the sting, on this thousands of acres of land, a tree bravely picked up a flower.

After noon, a few more flowers poked their heads out and whispered among themselves.

Within a few days, patches of warm yellow swayed in the breeze.

Those flowers bloom next to the farmhouse with white walls and black tiles, in the fields with winding flowing water, and in the heart of every flower viewer.

You watch the wind chasing the river and chasing the rapeseed flowers in the wild, and for some reason, a fairy tale love story will be filled in your heart.

In this Garden of Eden, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the appearance of love is not hidden at all. It is smeared in the painter's watercolor, engraved in the image of the wind chaser, and flowing in the nectar of honey-brewed bees seeking flowers.

And I will always think of my lover's eyes, just like these dense flowers, like stars blinking.

You see, dear, this spring is really a passionate person, using the overwhelming number of petals to exchange for your joy throughout the season.

Dear, you must not have noticed his shyness in the dust.

Even if I stand on tiptoes, I can't kiss your lips.

Hey, this damn passionate love.

I want to stand in the sea of flowers with you, where ducks are paired in the water, and the layers of ripples are really itchy.

I walked a long, long way to get to you.

Just to look at you with love and see the way you look at flowers, as if this flower is like you, you are like a flower.

The gentlest wind blew the most beautiful flowers. As it blew, the petals flew up, fell on the hair, on the face, and on the clothes.

I am dressed in a colorful spring, smiling at you, but I always forget to say those three words.

Dear, look at the breeze with the fragrance of flowers, blowing across the river and forming layers of broken gold; blowing across the ridge of the field, shocking the gulls and herons hiding in the flowers and saying hot words; blowing across the carved window lattice of the farmhouse with the red Xi characters, everyone's face is full of smiles, and warm happiness ripples in the spring breeze.

And I only have eyes for you.

Dear, we need a home. When we open the window, we will see a field full of rapeseed flowers.

I like to sit under the windowsill with you, drinking tea and playing the piano.

Waiting for the wind to blow up the petals and fall into the cup one after another.

We sing in the spring breeze and put your hand into my palm.