Teyigailegeming
March 19, 2025
I stepped into this small building in the valley at dusk. The black tiles and white walls were half hidden by the pine wind and bamboo shadows. The tranquility and freedom, the bamboo forest and mountain stream, the singing of birds and the buzzing of insects, the simple folk customs and the fireworks of the world that I wanted seemed to have returned at this moment.
When I opened the window in the morning, I saw clouds rising from the mountains and mist soaking the mossy stone paths. I felt I had missed this beautiful scenery even if I took a video. In fact, I dare not say too much about this B&B, for fear that I might accidentally say that my fancy words are not worthy of its heritage. Even when you see a little flaw in it, you feel that the owner left it imperfect on purpose.
Nowadays, there are many types of homestays, but "Shuyuan Xinshe" is just right. At least in Sanbao Village, at this time and place, it can exist proudly and strive to become better.
I seem to have fallen in love with you. On the farewell car, I missed the golden eggs and the precious beads, and Zijun who told me the story of the thousand-year-old kiln fire while making tea with her bare hands!
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