Although I don't know why we have to run when we get to the big peach tree, seeing the two little boys with faces full of fear, Xiao Xian still "understands" and pretends to agree obediently.
It's only been a short time since the beginning of early spring, with Tomb-Sweeping Festival still a ways off. The trees in the Southeast Mountain Village and Ge Village, sitting hundreds of meters above sea level, have only just sprouted leaves, and not a shadow of a bud can be seen.
At the foot of the mountain, however, a springtime panorama has already unfolded: the wild azaleas along the mountain road, the buds on the mountain trees stretching out, beside the rushing stream following the path downward. To Xiao Xian's eyes, spring has colored everything, only when seeing the big peach tree in front of the temple does the word "rousing spring" come to mind.
