"The birthday of a hundred flowers is an auspicious time, before the Flower Festival, spring is halfway through. All the colors adorned like brocade, still laboring to embellish in honor of the Flower God."
This day was the twenty-fifth of the second month—the Flower Festival, the festival of the Flower God.
After a desolate winter, spring gradually unfolds, with a hundred flowers blooming in competition. As people endured the cold quiet after the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, they were restless, so they donned reds and greens, wandering and celebrating everywhere. The lakeside in the Suburbs of the Capital, and the willows by the river were filled with tourists, bustling both inside and outside the Capital City, creating a lively scene.
This day was also a day of rest, and the palace was exceptionally lively, with rare flowers and trees in full bloom everywhere, vying to outshine each other in the spring.
