In the warm May sun, the lilacs of Jiayuguan—tree by tree, cluster by cluster, purple as mist, white snow—pour out all the passion accumulated throughout the entire spring beneath the majestic city walls.

In the early morning, stepping out accompanied by the fragrance of lilacs, watching the light sprinkle on the shimmering purple flower spikes, and listening to the crisp chirping of birds on the branches, even one's footsteps become light and brisk. In the evening, in the evening breeze, with dancing flower shadows and a lingering fragrance, watching a few passersby on the street chatting about daily life, the warmth of the border town's everyday becomes even more tender amidst this floral scent. Living in this city, I have long been accustomed to its blend of strength and softness. The fortress is its backbone, and the lilacs its tenderness; the fusion of the two is the most touching scene of earthly life.

The May wind blows through the majestic pass, bringing the city's lilacs into full. There is no need to envy the spring scenery elsewhere; right here at the foot of this fortress, beside these lilac flowers, lies the romance and tenderness unique to Jiayug. Year after year, the May lilacs bloom as scheduled, using their subtle fragrance to linger around the towering fortress and warm every person living here, tinting ordinary days with poetry a fresh scent.