Standing on a high hill, the bright sunshine shines freely on every corner of Shaxi Bazi, and the endless rapeseed oil is shining, just like the rice fields described by some painters, deep and shallow, swaying, and fragrant.

The mission of spring often lives up to such a good time. The peach blossoms are shining red on Zhaobi, the branches of pear blossoms are turning white, the cherry blossoms are profusely raining, and even the delicate peony is slowly blooming. The spring scenery of the garden makes people forget their worries and loneliness instantly, and the eager eyes like children make them feel comfortable.

The mountains and plains of Shaxi have changed their appearance, and people have also shed their heavy cotton clothes. Both tourists and Bai people are wearing light skirts. They are spring girls, and they radiate the breath of spring wherever they go. Refreshing and cheerful.

The willow branches have already hung down to the surface of the lake, and the greener and greener leaves are reflected in the clear lake together with the white clouds, like an ink painting. The east wind blows slowly, and the catkins all over the sky are like cotton clouds scattered by a goddess. I don't know whose heart it falls into, and a pure flower blooms.

The annual Prince's Fair is grand and lively, and all the old Bai people wear their costumes and follow the procession through the streets and alleys of Sideng. They cherish their traditions, protect and continue the sacred culture, generation after generation, endlessly.

It is said that spring is too short, but we don’t know that the sunlight around our fingertips has already penetrated our body and planted a seed in every cell. That is a dreamlike garden. When the coming year comes, it will definitely be the fragrance of flowers. The scene of singing birds.