On the fourteenth of April, they reached Yangzhou.
The heavens seemed intent on having them catch a glimpse of the beauty of Yangzhou; that day, a drizzle began to fall over the river early in the morning.
By the time they reached the dock, the rain had grown a bit heavier, but it wasn't too much.
It was precisely a misty rain that created an enchantingly hazy scene.
The dock was brimming with flowers; the peach blossoms were at their peak, while the magnolias were half-open, their white as pure as snow and their pink seductive. The begonia flowers were burgeoning. And then there were the celebrated pear blossoms, Emperor Sui Yang's favorite.
Perhaps the idiom "To see the misty rain in Yangzhou in March" must refer to the best view of such scenery, mustn't it?
Ye Zao, supported by Hu Po, with Ah Yuan holding an oiled paper umbrella.
