When the city street trees began to secrete transparent resin, I knew it was time to set off for this intimate encounter with spring flowers. Those secret realms of the sea of flowers dormant in the folds of latitude and longitude are using flower petals as symbols to write spring narratives at different altitudes.

Ancient temple flowers

The hundred-year-old Song plum of the ancient temple in the south of the Yangtze River always spits on the seventh day after the rain solar term, and the unique celadon petals of the cold-scented sandalwood plum are condensed on the curved branches. The monk swept up and down in the morning bell, and the stone steps became a flowing flower stream. The weeping cherry blossoms at Daigoji Temple in Kyoto reach their peak on the vernal equinox, and the old horticulturist uses a grafting technique guarded by five generations to weave the pale green "Miki-yellow" and the purple "Matsutsuki" into a flowing color spectrum over the ancient tile. These ancient trees that have been soaked in time, each annual ring is engraved with the philosophy of mourning in oriental aesthetics.

Terraced flowers

雲貴高原的褶皺深處，萬畝油菜花遵循著古老的輪作密碼。彝族姑娘的百褶裙掃過花徑時，明黃波浪里便漾起銀飾的泠響。大別山坳的野櫻谷藏著地質運動贈予的奇觀——冰川紀倖存的山櫻與杜鵑組成粉紫漸變帶，晨霧漫過海拔800米線，整片山谷就成了懸浮的花之群島。這些未被規訓的野性綻放，保留著植物最原始的繁殖衝動。

City Flower Gap

The paulownia at the entrance of Shanghai's alley always blooms half a month earlier than the park, and the lilac bells hang between the clothesrods, performing the market variation with the national flag. Wild daffodils on London's canals break through the cracks in the brick walls and form a surreal dialogue with the graffiti artist's newly sprayed whales. The dandelion drilled out of the ventilation of the Tokyo subway annotates the fragility of the concrete with its stubborn roots. These wild theaters in the cracks of the city subvert the arrogant imagination of human beings about nature.

In the southern foothills of the Alps, elderly shepherds still use their petals to tell the date of snowmelt. As his cracked palm stroked the edelweiss, it was the same action as his ancestors had been three hundred years earlier. Perhaps the real way to enjoy flowers is not to chase the tide of flowers at the Internet celebrity check-in point, but to learn to glimpse the breathing rhythm of the whole planet in a single wildflower - those pistils trembling in the wind are not the sensors of the earth reaching out to the universe?