A blooming lilac tree at the entrance of the side courtyard of Tanzhi Temple led us into the courtyard door. In a moment, we were intoxicated by the fine fragments of flowers dotted with gardens among the branches. In the courtyard, a tree of lilacs, full of clusters of small flowers, moving in the sunshine, thick and dense spread into the sea of lilacs, like spring, carried in the hands. Cloves blossom, fine as Ding, purple and white, all clusters. White, white as smoke, purple, purple as romantic as dream. Quietly, in the illusion and vagueness, it emits a faint fragrance, which is fascinating and affectionate.