Every time in spring, when the weather is clear, the grass is like green silk, and the mulberry trees have their low green branches.

Geese fly past the setting sun, while birds chirp, bees buzz and butterflies dance. At this time, one must do something to be worthy of this captivating spring scenery - go for a spring outing to the Dragon Palace.

Longgong is located in Anshun City, Guizhou Province and is a 5A-level tourist attraction. Along the way, the scenery is in full bloom. The spring breeze is ten miles long, and the fragrance of the sunflowers is spreading everywhere.

In the Longzi Field, a majestic dragon is bathing in the warm sunlight, gracefully moving its head and tail under the gentle touch of the warm wind. This is a prelude, hinting at the grandeur and magnificence of Longgong. Our car drove down from the mountain ridge. At first, we seemed a bit at a loss for words in front of this sudden beauty. When we realized that we should capture this rare scene, a golden field flashed by like a shooting star in the deep night sky, dazzling and fleeting.

In a daze, we had already followed the guide into the gate. A cluster of peach branches gently brushed against my cheek. I snapped out of my trance. It turned out that I had been thinking about

that golden scene just now, the one I had missed. Turning around, a cluster of peach red blocked my view. I blinked, feeling sorry for myself and took two steps back, afraid that I might have prevented her from blooming.

A gust of wind passed by, causing the fallen petals to flutter redly, creating a fragrant scene day after day. Witnessing this scene, I couldn't help but feel sad and my thoughts were filled with myriad emotions. I recalled "When the flowers of the forest wither in spring, it's too fleeting. Helpless, the morning rain comes early and the evening wind blows late"; I recalled "My belt becomes looser and looser, yet I never regret it. I would endure to be heartbroken for you"; I recalled "Silently, I stand on the high tower. The moon is like a hook. The lonely willows in the deep courtyard are locked in the chilly autumn."

The tour guide suddenly shouted, pulling me out of my reverie. I hurriedly caught up with them. Looking closely, I saw a chestnut-colored round pavilion connected to a winding corridor, with lattice windows and carved wooden decorations. Through the lattice openings, I could vaguely see the flowing scene behind. Silently and gently passing by the fragrant island, the misty stream and the painting-like screen were secluded. On the riverbank, the green grass and willows on the embankment, standing alone on the small bridge, with the sleeves filled with the wind.

The Minghu Bridge gracefully spans the gentle and clear stream. The Lingwu Bridge, though seemingly sleeping like a sleeping dragon, is also soaring through the air. The two bridges echo each other and naturally connect the two banks. The Ice Pool is green and clear, the flat forest is bathed in the new sunlight, the fragrant path is covered with fallen red leaves, and it leads directly to the Dragon Gate Waterfall. The water flows calmly, the waves are fierce, it rushes thousands of feet long, just like a white veil hanging upside down in the dragon's mouth, contrasting with the slightly darker surroundings, making it even more pure and flawless. Sometimes the water threads seem tender, the water splashes seem like flying絮， a thousand willow branches and threads of smoke hang down. However， they only fall around， not willing to leave even one step further.

Overlooking the city, with cloud-covered windows and misty halls, the landscape is lush and green. Plucking a branch of willow, one can imagine it reaching towards the distant - Tianchi. The pond water is emerald green, with a gentle breeze blowing. A small boat glides on the lake. Although there is no wind in the lake, it seems as if a dragon is swimming on the surface. As one enters the side hall and the side peaks, there are thousands of rocks and cliffs, each unique. The second hall is full of strange rocks and towering peaks. Some are arranged like bridges, some stand upright like pillars, some lean out to the sea, and some hang from the cave ceiling... Although the colored lights are placed haphazardly, it is precisely this disorder that creates the colorful splendor of the Dragon Palace. As the water waves ripple, they reflect on the cave walls. The lights keep swaying and changing colors, making the cave even more transparent and magnificent, as if entering a series of magnificent palaces, leaving one in an overwhelming sense of awe. One is immediately impressed by its magnificent气势， and moved by its dazzling and tender charm. Each stone is a masterpiece of nature； every ray of light is the most sincere emotion of the creator； every palace is an art form.

At the ferry landing, the willows are lush and green, with every branch and leaf carrying boundless tenderness. One mountain, two mountains, who will ring the ancient bell from the upstairs? In front of the mountain, the water is wide and the dusk clouds are low. Each sound is so long and powerful. How much of the emotions of the travelers does it carry? Climbing to the top of the tower, ringing the ancient bell. Let the bell sound interpret my current mood. Let it follow the willows and flowers, and convey my thoughts and blessings. Looking towards the distance, there is no ground below. By chance, I understand why ancient people would always have their life's thoughts when they climbed the mountains and waters. Looking sideways, the winding path leads to a secluded place. In the midst of the blooming flowers, the spring atmosphere is fading. The east wind deliberately comes, first climbing up the small peach tree branches. The red powder is smooth, and the girl is as drunk as intoxicated. The whole courtyard is filled with spring breeze, and the willow catkins cover the road. The pear blossoms fall like snow. The water in the flower pond is clear. The small lotus bud just peeks out its tip. I can't help but sigh: How small is this garden? It has captured all the spring scenery!

 The heroic and righteous atmosphere of the Dizang Hall, the magnificent scene of the Guanyin Cave, the grandeur of the Lingfo Hall, the serene and peaceful atmosphere of the Bamboo Water Source, the ethnic charm of the Bell Tower... All these things are so powerful and soothing, leaving one both amazed and refreshed. The most unforgettable place is undoubtedly Xuan Tang. At the end of the flat land lies the spring mountain. Several distant mountains, several pools of water nearby. The distant mountains and the nearby water, the water filling the pond and the flowers blooming on the branches. Compared to the山水 of Guilin， it is undoubtedly even more magnificent. The water of Xuan Tang turns throughout the year， turning towards the yearning for the future， turning towards the warmth for the visitors， turning towards the thoughts of the visitors. While rowing a boat downstream of Xuan River， one only feels that the distant mountains are getting closer， with a feeling like "Two rows of green mountains emerge opposite each other， a solitary sail comes from the edge of the sun". In the spring breeze， ten miles of lake scenery， tall willows shading the ground， old fish blowing waves. Facing the water bank， the clouds and the sun are warm. The ancient road is filled with spring breeze， small bridges and flowing water， as if one is in an outside paradise.

Spring is everywhere. The rape flowers are in full bloom, and butterflies are flying around. The entire garden is filled with spring scenery, endless flowers and countless willows. Take a single branch gracefully, who will you share it with? After such a parting, all the pear blossoms have withered and the moon is setting in the west. How sad it is that the beautiful world of spring is not appreciated by the visitors.

Just one sentence: The flowers are blooming on the road ahead. You may return slowly now. 

Zhang Fangyan, from Guizhou Medical University