Groups of white chrysanthemum came into my eyes, shining like layed snow scattering on mountains — what you see is an ordinary village in ancient Huizhou area(today’s Huangshan City), remote and unfamiliar, but it has a bond with me because of my wife.
Several years ago, when my father-in-law heard I like photography, he tattled the beautiful sceneries in his town: “ The chrysanthemum is as white as snow, landing on everything surrounding the house…”. I used to be attracted by his description.
When the scenery I has been missing is rightly in front of my eyes, I can’t help to run into the chrysanthemum land. The chrysanthemums here usually are planted in tea gardens, one row of green tea and one row of white chrysanthemum, and another row of green tea, and white chrysanthemum again, spreading from the mountain top to the valley.
My uncles and aunts began to work at early morning, and I joined them too. Under the morning sun, dews reflects colorful lights. My sleeves are contaminated with fragrance in no time.
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