There’s not much to see in Wuhan. So, every year at the beginning of spring, madness is unleashed when the cherry trees at the university start to blossom.
It’s truly an event. Those days no one talks about anything else; in the elevator, the neighbors trade their usual question “have you eaten today?” for “have you seen the cherry blossoms?”
It seems as though the entire city passes through that place to see the ephemeral little flowers and take a photo of themselves to show that they too were there.