The mountains of Tonglu Yao Lin are washed by clouds, a green so pure. The smoke of Gaoxiang village hides in the of a horse-shaped sky, where "the rest of my life meets by chance" – like a jade polished by time, waiting to collide with someone who understands it
When you open the window, the scenery of the mountains pours in, the morning mist spins at the eaves, and the sound of cicadas leaks from the bamboove. The bedding is as soft as clouds, and you sleep well until the sun warms the windowsill. The host always greets you with a smile at the gate, a cup of newly brewed tea, as if you are not a distant guest, but a family member who has returned late.
During the day, you should go to some wild fun. Carry a bamboo basket to the vegetable garden, where the cucumbers with dew are crispy; or sit by the stream to fish, watching the fishing line the clouds and shadows. When the evening colors climb the hillside, set up a barbecue stove, the charcoal fire crackles, the fragrance of meat mixed with the evening breeze floats the stars blink in the sky, as if they are leaning over to listen to your conversation.
If you want to go further, a few miles away is a surprise. screams of the heartbeat park shatter the clouds, the stalactites of the Yao Lin fairyland hide the light of a thousand years, and the oars of the Cyun Tongtian River boat break the stars in the river. When you are tired of playing, come back, gather a table of excitement in the chess and card room, taste a local dish in the restaurant, the hot soup warms your stomach and also warms the fatigue of the journey.
Here, time is slow, like the stream front of the door flowing gently. There is no need to chase anything, just hand yourself over to the mountain breeze, the sunshine and the occasional joy – after all, to encounter a place where the heart can rest in the rest of life, is already a gentle fate.