Pullman Properties in Kunshan

# Pullman Zhouzhuang by Shuiyue｜Using Jiangnan as the paper, a love letter full of 520 **The tenderness of the first encounter** Front desk manager Wang Jiaqi Carol handed over the room card with a smile, and the lake view suite was quietly upgraded. When the dusk spread over the carved window lattice, the shimmering waves outside the floor-to-ceiling window became the prelude to the confession. **Private poetry** The starry sky bathing pool is steaming with sandalwood, and rose petals are spreading rouge color on the satin bed flag. The handwritten letter on the night bed contains Su Gong's small regular script: ”The wind and moon here are worth thousands of stars.” **The elegance outside the double bridge** I borrowed the hotel's Hanfu before the morning mist dissipated. She walked through the nine-turn corridor with an oil-paper umbrella, and the startled egrets told me three times that I was moved. In the afternoon, the Kunqu teacher taught me to draw distant mountains. The moment when the pen tip hovered was more breathtaking than ”Dream in the Garden”. **Metaphor on the tip of the tongue** The chef brewed crab roe into the luminous cup, and the yellow wine in the glass cup shone with amber light. She said that it was not the wine that intoxicated her, but the moon outside the window moored at the corner of the eaves. **Parting Ink Rhythm** When checking out, I received a framed ink painting of two people. Manager Wang tied a Zhouzhuang knot: ”Sew the misty rain of Nanhu into the folds of the suitcase.” The most touching service of this hotel is to turn the formulaic hospitality into a Jiangnan narrative that belongs only to two people.