Nanjing | Woke up at five o'clock, finally captured the most beautiful Laomendong

| Woke up at five o'clock, finally captured the most beautiful Laomendong. Laomendong in Nanjing, 20 years ago, the poet Shu Ting's 'To the Oak Tree' was popular all over the country, and the line 'If I love you, it will never be like the trumpet creeper, using your high branches to show off itself' made me know the trumpet creeper for the first time. In May, when the first wave of trumpet creeper bloomed in Laomendong, I came to take pictures. On the gray walls of the black tiles, the trumpet creeper blooms wantonly, either climbing on the walls, reaching the roof, or hanging on the eaves, like a Jiangnan woman, gentle and silent, adding a touch of vitality to the old house. Afterwards, it rained heavily, and I came to take pictures again. The drooping vines swayed gently in the wind, and the fallen flowers covered the bluestone road. Every step seemed like a Jiangnan painting. Unexpectedly, the second wave bloomed again these days. I specially chose a time when there was no one to take pictures. It does not have the grandeur of peonies, nor the enticing fragrance of roses. Each flower has its own direction, taking over the entire summer romance of Laomendong, ushering in the most beautiful time of the year.