Memories of Old Street Courtyard No. 8

Memories of Old Street Courtyard No. 8 Staying at Old Street Courtyard No. 8 in Huangshan was an experience in a renovated heritage homestay. Upon entering, I found a hidden paradise - bluestone paved paths flanked by murmuring streams where a few red carp swam leisurely, blissfully unaware of the world's haste. The rooms were nestled within the old structure, accessible via narrow, steep wooden stairs that creaked with every step. The walls, entirely wooden with faded paint, revealed the natural grain of the timber. The beds were neatly made with plain white linens, exuding the distinctive Huizhou aesthetic. The window faced the bustling old street, alive with throngs of tourists, vendors' calls, laughter, and footsteps. Occasionally, tour guides waving small flags would pass by, their pre-recorded mechanical yet clear narrations from loudspeakers piercing through the window lattices. Half the "ancient charm" of the old street seemed sustained by these amplified voices. At night, as the crowds dispersed, the street suddenly quieted. Only then could one hear the bronze wind chimes hanging from the eaves, tinkling in the breeze. The fish in the courtyard pond below ceased swimming, presumably asleep. Only the cold moonlight filtered through the roof tiles, casting a pale glow on the water in the vats. The next morning, I had breakfast at Huiniang Restaurant - a bowl of delicate wontons with paper-thin wrappers revealing the minced meat inside, floating in broth sprinkled with scallions. Leaving after the meal, I saw the owner squatting by the courtyard pond feeding the fish. As the food scattered, the red carp became animated, competing to nibble. When I departed, a new wave of tourists was already flooding into the old street.