It's like never visiting a garden in Kyoto. It's actually a large area. I want to write about Baichuan. Baichuan is a very small stream, with roads on one side and Japanese hotels on the other. The water is very clear and there are egrets. In the morning, I went there for a walk. Only three or two tourists took pictures there. It was very quiet. Occasionally, Japanese cyclists stopped to take pictures of cherry blossoms. There is a white plum Hotel beside Baichuan. I heard that my brother lived in Kyoto twice before he was born. The room he stayed in was called Mei Yilun. There is no way to verify it. When I went there, a few days was my brother's birthday. The cherry blossoms on the edge of Baichuan were quietly blooming. I felt very touched that the cherry blossoms would blossom every year, but the old man would not come back. Such a quiet and beautiful brother could not be seen. We should cherish the living cherry blossoms.