The acacia flowers in Yuyuantan are in full bloom, like a heavy snowfall, dazzlingly white. Here comes the bee man. The beehives are all put away, and his "home" is settled. A thick black canvas canopy that has been painted. There were two earth weirs, and a few wooden boards were erected on them, which were beds. A roll on the bed. Oil bottles, soy sauce bottles, and vinegar bottles are lined up on the ground. There are already more than half a barrel of honey in a tin barrel. Outside sits a pot on a briquettes stove. A woman cuts green garlic on a chopping board. The pot opened, and she put a handful of dried noodles into it. After a while, the noodles were cooked, so she scooped the noodles into a bowl, added seasonings, sprinkled green garlic, and scooped half a spoonful of watercress into a bowl. One bowl per person. She eats Douban. Bees are busy collecting honey, coming in and out, flying all day. I bought honey twice with the beekeeper, and when I came back from a walk around Yuyuantan, when I passed his shed, I mostly sat on the tree stump in front of his door, smoked a cigarette, watched him collect honey, scraped wax, and chatted with him. The two sentences are familiar to each other.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, tall and thin, and his body doesn't seem to be in good shape. He always does things so calmly and slowly. He doesn't look like a peasant, but a bit like the principal of a rural primary school. Listening to the accent, it is from Shijiazhuang area. He has been to many provinces. Where there are flowers, go there. Where the cauliflower blooms, where the rose blooms, where the apple blooms, and where the jujube blooms. Every year I go to the south for winter, Guangxi and Guizhou. When spring arrives, head north again. I asked him if the jujube nectar is the best, and he said that the nectar from Vitex flower is the best. This is very unexpected for me 1. Vitex is an unremarkable thing, and I have never seen Vitex bloom, but the nectar of Vitex is the best honey. I think his annual income should be good. He said it was better than the average farmer, but he couldn’t save much: bee kits, travel expenses; and every year he had to pay dozens of catties of white sugar—bees didn’t collect honey in winter, so they had to be fed sugar. The woman is obviously his wife. But their age difference is too big. He is fifty, and a woman is in her early thirties. Moreover, she is from Sichuan and speaks Sichuan dialect. I asked him: how did you meet? He said: She is from Xinfan County. That year he went to Xinfan to release bees and got acquainted. She said that the rice in the north was delicious, so she followed.

Is it that simple? Maybe she liked his good temper and liked such a quiet and peaceful character? Maybe she thinks this life of bee-freeing, running around in the south, east, north and west, is fun? It's a rural romanticism. Sichuan girls are often very free and easy to do things, they can do whatever they want, unlike the northern girls who have so many considerations. They have been married for several years. Her husband is good to her, and she is very considerate to her husband. She felt that her choice was right, she was very satisfied, and she had no regrets. I asked the beekeeper: Has she ever gone back? He said: I went back once, alone, he asked her to bring 2,000 yuan, she bought a lot of gifts for others, and went back to Xinfan beautifully. One day, I did not see the woman and asked the beekeeper where she had gone. The beekeeper said, go to my eldest son's house to pick up my eldest son's child. He has an eldest son who works in Beijing as a worker in an auto repair shop. She brought back a four-year-old boy and took him to live in a shed for a few days. She took him to Ganjiakou shopping mall to buy clothes, shoes, biscuits, and candied haws. The boy was playing chicken and pecking rice on the bed. She leaned against the quilt and hooked him a red wool hat with a hook. She loves this child very much. This kind of love is completely non-utilitarian, neither to please the husband nor to have a good relationship with the husband's son and family. This is a very kind and beautiful heart. The child called her grandma, and grandma laughed. A few days later, she sent the child back again.

Two days later, I went for a walk in Yuyuantan. The beekeeper's shed was dismantled and the beehives were gathered together. When I came back from my walk, the beekeeper's eldest son drove a truck and packed the shed pillars, wooden boards, coal stoves, pots and pans and beehives. The beekeeper and his wife got into the car and the truck drove away. The locust flower in Yuyuantan has fallen.

The acacia flowers in Yuyuantan are in full bloom, like a heavy snowfall, dazzlingly white. Here comes the bee man. The beehives are all put away, and his "home" is settled. A thick black canvas canopy that has been painted. There were two earth weirs, and a few wooden boards were erected on them, which were beds. A roll on the bed. Oil bottles, soy sauce bottles, and vinegar bottles are lined up on the ground. There are already more than half a barrel of honey in a tin barrel. Outside sits a pot on a briquettes stove. A woman cuts green garlic on a chopping board. The pot opened, and she put a handful of dried noodles into it. After a while, the noodles were cooked, so she scooped the noodles into a bowl, added seasonings, sprinkled green garlic, and scooped half a spoonful of watercress into a bowl. One bowl per person. She eats Douban. Bees are busy collecting honey, coming in and out, flying all day. I bought honey twice with the beekeeper, and when I came back from a walk around Yuyuantan, when I passed his shed, I mostly sat on the tree stump in front of his door, smoked a cigarette, watched him collect honey, scraped wax, and chatted with him. The two sentences are familiar to each other.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, tall and thin, and his body doesn't seem to be in good shape. He always does things so calmly and slowly. He doesn't look like a peasant, but a bit like the principal of a rural primary school. Listening to the accent, it is from Shijiazhuang area. He has been to many provinces. Where there are flowers, go there. Where the cauliflower blooms, where the rose blooms, where the apple blooms, and where the jujube blooms. Every year I go to the south for winter, Guangxi and Guizhou. When spring arrives, head north again. I asked him if the jujube nectar is the best, and he said that the nectar from Vitex flower is the best. This is very unexpected for me 1. Vitex is an unremarkable thing, and I have never seen Vitex bloom, but the nectar of Vitex is the best honey. I think his annual income should be good. He said it was better than the average farmer, but he couldn’t save much: bee kits, travel expenses; and every year he had to pay dozens of catties of white sugar—bees didn’t collect honey in winter, so they had to be fed sugar. The woman is obviously his wife. But their age difference is too big. He is fifty, and a woman is in her early thirties. Moreover, she is from Sichuan and speaks Sichuan dialect. I asked him: how did you meet? He said: She is from Xinfan County. That year he went to Xinfan to release bees and got acquainted. She said that the rice in the north was delicious, so she followed.

Is it that simple? Maybe she liked his good temper and liked such a quiet and peaceful character? Maybe she thinks this life of bee-freeing, running around in the south, east, north and west, is fun? It's a rural romanticism. Sichuan girls are often very free and easy to do things, they can do whatever they want, unlike the northern girls who have so many considerations. They have been married for several years. Her husband is good to her, and she is very considerate to her husband. She felt that her choice was right, she was very satisfied, and she had no regrets. I asked the beekeeper: Has she ever gone back? He said: I went back once, alone, he asked her to bring 2,000 yuan, she bought a lot of gifts for others, and went back to Xinfan beautifully. One day, I did not see the woman and asked the beekeeper where she had gone. The beekeeper said, go to my eldest son's house to pick up my eldest son's child. He has an eldest son who works in Beijing as a worker in an auto repair shop. She brought back a four-year-old boy and took him to live in a shed for a few days. She took him to Ganjiakou shopping mall to buy clothes, shoes, biscuits, and candied haws. The boy was playing chicken and pecking rice on the bed. She leaned against the quilt and hooked him a red wool hat with a hook. She loves this child very much. This kind of love is completely non-utilitarian, neither to please the husband nor to have a good relationship with the husband's son and family. This is a very kind and beautiful heart. The child called her grandma, and grandma laughed. A few days later, she sent the child back again.

Two days later, I went for a walk in Yuyuantan. The beekeeper's shed was dismantled and the beehives were gathered together. When I came back from my walk, the beekeeper's eldest son drove a truck and packed the shed pillars, wooden boards, coal stoves, pots and pans and beehives. The beekeeper and his wife got into the car and the truck drove away. The locust flower in Yuyuantan has fallen.