Feimaoyoumi
May 12, 2025
Lijiang·Lion: A place to rest your soul
The moment you step into Lyon, you know this is not an ordinary hostel. A crabapple tree gently shades the view, and the copper bells hanging on the eaves ring softly in the wind, as if whispering the return date of the distant guest. The owner, Uncle Chen, stood up from the tea table to greet me, with a smile like the melting water of the snow mountain between his eyebrows. He didn't look like a merchant entertaining guests, but like an old friend reuniting.
The furnishings in the guest rooms are ingenious,
The elm furniture has a warm luster, and the hand-dyed blue cloth curtains filter out the soft skylight. It suddenly drizzled in the middle of the night, and Uncle Chen personally brought me ginger tea, saying that he heard my light cough against my lips. I opened the window in the morning and saw him pruning branches in the yard, and the Pu'er tea leaves drying on the stone steps were whispering with the morning dew.
Here, even time becomes compassionate. Uncle Chen insisted on seeing me off on the day I left the hotel, and he was still standing at the entrance of the alley waving his hand, and his figure gradually merged with the outline of Yulong Snow Mountain. It turns out that a real hotel is not about luxury on the outside, but about someone who is willing to leave a light that never goes out for you with sincerity.
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