The Longhu Mountain Heming Valley Qishe Homestay is an ideal spot for travelers wanting to discover the city. The Longhu Mountain Heming Valley Qishe Homestay offers a pleasant stay in Yingtan for those traveling for business or leisure. The hotel is approximately 15km away from Yingtan Railway Station. Yingtan Railway Station is the closest option for those who prefer to travel by train, approximately 15km away. Guests will find Dream of Tao, Zhang Tianshi and Longhu Mountain Art Museum just a short distance from the hotel. After a long day of sightseeing, guests can retire to the comfort of the hotel. This Yingtan hotel features parking on site. According to our trusted guests, the facilities at this hotel are first-rate. For guests traveling with families, this hotel is consistently one of the most popular choices.
"The car has been gone for a long time, and the road also looks like a foreign minister. From Longnan to Longhu Mountain, at 10:32, the sun shines on the front road, and it is not until 5:40 in the evening that it finally arrives at Hemingxi Valley Qishe B&B. Seven hours of bumps, bones in the cracks are tired, people are like being drained of water, squat.
However, when the simple wooden door ”bang” opened, all the accumulated fatigue, like an invisible hand gently pulled away the sunset of Longhu Mountain, is warm, full of ground, spread on the opposite mountain and lake water. The light, not dazzling golden, but warm, with a hairy orange red, as if the world is burning a fire of unhot charcoal, warm and soft heart. There, the man stood, feeling a lightness, like unloading the invisible burden, even breathing.
Longhu Mountain is the ancestor of the Taoist family, and I heard that the ”Seven” is a complete cycle in the wisdom of the Taoist family, hiding the order and secrets of the operation of the heavens and earth, the growth of all things. Heming Valley Qishe B&B is a seven cabins scattered at the foot of Longhu Mountain. Snuggled by the lake, like seven quiet children, listening to the whispers of the mountains and rivers. Their existence itself seems to be quietly awakening our closeness and desire to nature, to life itself in its truest form.
Our cabin, quietly parked by the lake, was hidden in the arms of the green trees. The best thing was the large terrace, almost to dive into the water. The next morning, the sky was bright and the air was as clear as freshly washed. I sat on the terrace with the tiger, and I didn't speak, nor did it call. The lake is a huge mirror, a sloppy brush across the water, a sharp sloppy, a small silver fish, the movement is light like a silent dream. On the other side, several cows were drinking water without a hurry, their backs were wide and stable, reflected in the water, as if they had grown with this landscape. In this way, pillowing the outline of the mountain, looking at the clouds and pacing leisurely, the word called ”free” in my heart suddenly had a concrete appearance, it was the moment, this is no obstacle, and everything is breathing freely.
The two brothers and sisters in the house were sleeping soundly, afraid of disturbing their good dreams, I took the tiger to the grass. Within a few steps, I met the new friend of his acquaintance, Xiaohua. The two little guys immediately saw each other, immediately sniffing and greeting each other with their noses, their tails shaking like a swell, and the stock was unreservedly happy, and they couldn't help but raise their mouths. I quickly took out the dried meat ready, both to the tiger to solve the problem, but also thank the warm little owner of Xiaohua, yesterday it wagging its tail to welcome us, but also vividly.
In the lakeside restaurant, the owner's homemade red dates and longan sesame paste are steaming up. The thick, fragrant, sweet taste just right pressed the taste buds and stomach, drank, a warm current from the throat to the limbs, as if the mountain morning dew and the essence of the grass were melted in it, can not help but add another bowl. The tiger's mind was all hooked away by the black swan raised by the boss. It squatted on the lake, crooked its head, and looked at the swan gracefully curling its neck and combing its feathers. This scene was as quiet as it was from the painting.
The sky is clear blue, the wind is soft, there are leafy ripples and occasional birdsong. This rare, heavy quiet and peaceful, is not the ironing that I have been running all the way, the deepest heart longing for? In the arms of Longhu Mountain, in the small water and clouds of Qishe, the heart that was shaken by the journey seemed to finally find a stable corner, which could be put down properly and rested quietly."