Fireworks in March visit Yangzhou.
Time has arrived at the March of the 24th year.
Big Camphor Tree Base.
Cottony willow seeds whirl about by the lake.
The lake water has already thawed.
The temperature rose quickly; by the time March arrived, it had already reached the teens.
Just by lifting your head, you could see spring.
Old trees sprouted new buds, branches stretched out vigorously.
Li Yu, propelling a black awning boat, meanders across the tranquil lake surface.
Lake and mountains blend beautifully, the clear water reflecting the slowly revitalizing forests.
With a bamboo pole in hand, Li Yu dips it into the water, pulling back forcefully.
The calm water surface ripples, extending out in concentric circles.
The air carries a light, clean scent, the refreshed smell after a mountain rain, and also the scent of spring.
