Chapter 289: Peach Blossom
Peach blossoms are in full bloom in March.
From a distance, it looks like clouds and rosy clouds, and its color is so red that it is dripping.
When the carriage arrived at the peach blossom forest, the wind blew and peach blossoms fell like rain.
The fallen petals are colorful and picturesque.
Xie Yingmian had never seen so many peach blossoms, let alone such a stunning peach blossom rain.
She is very excited.
Qing Huang, who was forced to dress up as a maid, was also very excited.
Such a large field of blooming peach blossoms is a beautiful sight that would never have been seen in the 29th century.
"Let's get off the car and take a look." Xie Yingmian said to Yu Lingye.
Yu Lingye: "Are you sure you want to get off here?"
"Is there a problem here?" Xie Yingmian asked.
When traveling during the Spring Festival, the emphasis is on enjoying the spring.
"You" naturally means to wander around.
In fact, it is similar to outing.
Except for the initial royal sacrifices which were quite solemn and ceremonious, people were more casual when the spring outings began.
The main emphasis is on the word "travel".
Since they are all here for a tour, why should they get off here?
Yu Lingye said, "No problem."
"It's just that this is the outskirts of Taohuawu."
"Taohuawu covers a thousand acres. If we stop here and spend too much time exploring, we might miss lunch."
Qing Huang suddenly didn't want to get off the car.
Since there are thousands of acres of peach blossoms, there is no need to rush to see them.
Eating is the most important thing.
Xie Yingmian looked at the peach blossoms blooming in the distance.
Thousands of acres of peach blossom forest, thousands of acres of colorful fallen petals.
Walking through the peach blossom forest and enjoying the peach blossom rain is a unique experience.
"The peach blossom forest is so big, we don't have to enjoy the flowers here, so let's keep walking." Xie Yingmian said.
The carriage passed through the peach blossom forest.
The spring breeze blows the branches of flowers wantonly, and the petals fall one after another.
After only a quarter of an hour of traveling through the peach blossom forest, a layer of peach blossom petals had already accumulated on the carriage.
Qing Huang grabbed a handful and sniffed it: "This peach blossom is of very good quality. It will definitely be delicious if used to brew the legendary peach blossom wine."
Xie Yingmian: "Can you also make wine?"
Qing Huang: "I am an all-round bionic man."
Xie Yingmian: "Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring a lot of sacks. I will put more peach blossoms in them later."
Yu Lingye had already noticed the dozens of large sacks on the carriage.
"You brought the sack, didn't you? It was to hold people?"
Xie Yingmian was very shocked: "Why do you think I brought a sack to hold people?"
Is there something wrong with her?
Why use good sacks to hold people instead of wild vegetables and game?
Yu Lingye: ...
Ever since Xie Yingmian asked him if he could cover the bottom last time.
He always thought that Xie Yingmian was planning to do something big.
When I saw her preparing the sack, I subconsciously thought that she was going to put the person who caused trouble into the sack and beat him up.
He is superficial.
Yu Lingye coughed lightly and changed the subject: "There is peach blossom wine in Taohuawu."
"If you want to make your own wine, you can send the peach blossom petals you picked to a special winemaking workshop. There are special winemakers who will brew wine from the peach blossoms you picked, and you can adjust it according to your personal taste."
"If you want to do it yourself, you can. There will be a dedicated brewer to teach you the steps."
Xie Yingmian was not very surprised.
There is such a large peach forest, it would be a waste to just look at the flowers.
Qingxiao was very interested.
Winemaking requires a lot of tools.
He lived in an unrenovated clinic and had no place to put his tools.
What's more, the most important thing in winemaking is water. Good water quality means good wine quality. The water quality in Hedu District where he lives is very average because it is close to the wharf.
Therefore, Qingxiao prepared to pick some peach blossoms and send them to a special wine-making workshop to be brewed, and then come back to pick them up during the Chinese New Year, just in time to drink on New Year's Eve.
The carriage clattered through the crimson peach blossom rain.
After walking for nearly an hour, we could vaguely see the palace deep in the peach blossoms.
The palace is hidden in crimson.
Under the bright sunshine, patches of red clouds are reflected.
The eaves and peach blossoms complement each other, and the peach blossoms and white clouds complement each other, like a slowly unfolding picture, which is beautiful beyond words.
"Is the palace in front where we will have lunch?" Xie Yingmian asked.
"Well, walk about two kilometers further and you can stop to pick peach blossoms." Yu Lingye said.
The carriage did not stop.
Xie Yingmian and Qing Huang were not idle either.
Each of them held a huge sack and picked up the peach petals that fell on the car.
In order not to damage the peach trees, they only picked the peaches but did not pick them.
By the time they reached the outskirts of the palace, they had already picked up a lot.
The name of the palace is Taohuawu.
Taohuawu is also the name of this thousand-acre peach blossom forest.
There are especially many peach blossoms planted near the palace, and they bloom more luxuriantly than in other places.
After the carriage stopped.
Xie Yingmian and Qingxiao got out of the car carrying sacks to pick peach blossoms.
Fu Mo and Zang Yue also took sacks to pick up the trash.
The four people enjoyed picking peach blossoms.
Isolated Yu Lingye: ...
He wanted to join in too.
But he was in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving. Xie Yingmian didn't let him pick flowers from the tree or shake them, so he could only sit aside and watch them pick them.
The more peach blossoms the four of you pick, the happier you will be.
The spring breeze blows gently, shaking the branches of flowers.
The peach blossoms fell on everyone's bodies and heads like red rain.
Xie Yingmian was in a poetic mood, picking peach blossoms while muttering something: "On a spring day, with peach blossoms blowing all over my hair, who is the young man on the road? He is so elegant and charming."
Qing Huang couldn't help but interrupt: "Those are apricot blossoms, not peach blossoms."
Xie Yingmian: "Almost."
Qing Huang: "Not even close."
Xie Yingmian was dissatisfied: "Apricot blossoms and peach blossoms are both flowers, what's the difference?"
"Besides, this poem is just about the artistic conception. It's enough to have that flavor. Why do we have to worry about whether it's apricot blossoms or peach blossoms?"
Qing Huang: "First, apricot blossoms are white, and when they fall on your head, it looks like you've turned gray. This is a poem about love, and the phrase 'white-haired Xie Lao' fits the tone of the poem."
"Peach blossoms are gorgeous, often used to describe beautiful colors, for example, a person's face and peach blossoms complement each other red, or peach blossoms falling like red rain. Compared to the elegant apricot blossoms, peach blossoms have a more decadent color. Therefore, after changing to peach blossoms, the artistic conception is much worse."
"Also, this isn't a poem, it's a ci poem. The ci title is 'Thinking of the Emperor's Hometown.' Although poetry and ci are often put together, poetry is poetry and ci is ci. Don't confuse them."
Xie Yingmian: ...
Xie Yingmian: ………
She just picked some peach blossoms and improvised a poem while doing so, that was all.
She didn't want to find a Chinese teacher for herself.
She also didn't want to analyze the tonality and form of poetry.
"You bionic people are really boring." Xie Yingmian looked away with disgust, and ran to the other side with Fu Mo and Cang Yue to pick peach blossoms.
Qing Huang: Why are you making personal attacks when everything is fine?
Yu Lingye listened to their conversation and something in his heart was touched.
A flash of inspiration came.
He returned to the carriage, took his paintbrush, set up his easel, and began to paint.
Fu Mo's eyes widened: "The sun rose from the west, and the prince is actually painting."
Xie Yingmian: "He draws very well?"
"Excellent." Fu Mo said, "Your Majesty's painting is truly extraordinary and truly one of a kind."
Xie Yingmian: "Very valuable?"
Fu Mo: "That's quite valuable."
"Princess, have you heard of the famous Master Fuye?"
"Mr. Fuye's true identity is the prince."
Xie Yingmian: ...Yu Lingye was tragically exposed on the third day of March.
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