The Yingde Zhulu Qingxiang B&B is an ideal spot for travelers wanting to discover the city. The Yingde Zhulu Qingxiang B&B is an ideal choice for travelers who want to take in the sights and sounds of Yingde. The hotel is located approximately 23km from Yingdexi Railway Station and 73km from Shaoguan Danxia Airport. There is no shortage of things to see in the area, with the Tongxin Island - Lovers' Bridge, Jiqingli Xianhu Tourism Resort and Aoyuan Yingdeng Quanlin Water World all nearby. At the end of a busy day, travelers can unwind and relax in the hotel or go out and enjoy the city. This Yingde hotel features parking on site. Germaphobes can rest easy - the level of cleanliness is highly rated at this hotel. For guests traveling with families, this hotel is consistently one of the most popular choices.
"After resigning, I rediscovered a long-lost, dreamless sleep by the Bamboo Forest Lake in Qingyuan.
When I left the concrete jungle of Shanghai, I carried with me lingering weariness and a heart aching from the grind of fast-paced life.
The decision to resign was hasty; I only had time to visit relatives in Qingyuan to clear my head. A friend, hearing my story, strongly recommended ”Bamboo Dew Serenade”—saying it was close to nearby attractions, perfect for someone like me who wanted a temporary escape.
So, with my family, we drove an hour from Qingyuan city to this unexpected paradise. Shortly after exiting the highway, the navigation system confirmed our arrival; this convenient transportation was undoubtedly a great comfort to us, especially with an elderly person in our group.
Upon checking in, the receptionist, seeing we had an elderly person in a wheelchair, thoughtfully arranged the nearest room for us. She also added me on WeChat. Soon after, I received a list of nearby attractions and farmhouses on my phone, her words filled with considerate care. The guesthouse didn't have many staff, but every smile was like a refreshing mountain breeze—clean, warm, and instantly put you at ease.
For families with elderly members, the cleanliness of the rooms is the ultimate standard for judging a guesthouse. Although a friend strongly recommended it, I still compared various options on different platforms before my trip, and ultimately, Zhu Lu Qing Xiang didn't disappoint. The sheets and blankets smelled of sunshine, the corners were spotless, and the satisfied smiles of my elders were the best affirmation of the place.
The guesthouse's common areas were even more surprising than I had imagined. A spacious private lawn, like a soft green carpet, stretched out before me, with tables and chairs placed around it. My grandfather always loved to sit there, basking in the warm southern sun, a cup of hot tea in his hands, his eyes filled with a long-lost peace and contentment. There was also a clear private lake within the guesthouse; a gentle breeze rippled across its surface, a rhythm unique to nature. Unfortunately, this trip was too rushed, and I forgot to bring my fishing gear. I could only gaze at the lake and imagine the joy of fishing—but it's okay, we've already secretly planned our return tickets for the Spring Festival.
Those years in Shanghai were like a clockwork mechanism, never stopping. The immense pressure was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping me, suffocating me, making me feel oppressed. Nighttime became the most unbearable time; I often needed ***** and alcohol to barely fall asleep, only to be awakened by nightmares in the early morning.
But here, every night with the ”clear sound of bamboo dew” is a blessing.
There are no city neon lights, no bustling traffic, only the chirping of insects outside the window, like a gentle lullaby. I lie on the soft bed, smelling the faint scent of bamboo and grass in the air, and peacefully fall asleep, without a dream.
When I wake up in the morning, sunlight streams in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the bedside table. My family looked at me and said my eyes held a clearer light, a light that pierced the weariness of the past. At that moment, I suddenly understood—perhaps this was the meaning of ”Bamboo Dew Serenity”—it's not just a simple guesthouse, but a haven for weary souls, fertile ground for tired hearts to sprout anew.
Here, I finally made peace with myself, and finally understood that life can be so slow, so beautiful.
Next time I come, I must bring my little dog Lucky, so he can also experience the softness of this lawn, the clarity of this lake, and the tranquility of this bamboo grove.
After all, such a paradise is worth returning to again and again."