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Last weekend, I’ve seen sakura in Ueno park. Though I’ve been in Japan over a year, I hadn’t seen them before because they’d withered when I got in Japan at the first time. I have imagination about the sakura only from the animation, the beautiful scene that sakura twisted fall from the tree and flutter in the breeze. Walk through the pink carpet made by petals, so gorgeous. But when you face to the fact, It isn’t like what your thought. In the packed park, people have already taken a seat under the sakura trees linearly, drinking and talking. Seeing sakura means gathering family together for Japanese. Walking through the crowd, feeling the breeze waft across face, seeing the falling petals fluttering by the wind, down to the road. It’s also a beautiful scene if you observe carefully, though it is not as perfect as what thought before. When I decided getting back, passed through a small lake what circled by the sakura trees and many ducks over it. Pink sakura trees and green willows weave together alone the bank, plus the floating ducks, how harmonious scene.