I stayed in a beautiful house in Dali Ancient City

You don't know how beautiful the clouds are today The first thing I thought of was to take a photo and send it to you In middle school, my deskmate and I first listened to Valen Hsu's "If the Clouds Knew." Without an MP3 player, we shared a wired earphone. When the chorus played, my deskmate's tears fell as she gazed at the teacher's desk. The teacher came over, took the earphone from my ear and put it in her own (my deskmate didn't realize the teacher could clearly see the earphone despite her hair covering it...). Then, using the song lyrics as a theme, she gave us a whole class on emotional poetry. From that time on, after afternoon classes, I borrowed poetry collections one after another from the library. We never know what sparks our passions. A few days ago, she was reading Eileen Chang and talked to me about her recent relationship. She described how she lost herself in love and said she couldn't understand yet deeply related to Eileen Chang's words: "When I met you, I became very low, so low I was in the dust, but my heart was joyful, so flowers bloomed in the dust. But sometimes I feel it's not enough, I worry whether you like these flowers, whether you love their fragrance." We never know if our affection comes from love or is just an attitude. Naturally, our conversation turned to what I was doing at that moment. I told her I was standing with my mom in a silver shop in Dali, where my mom had just bought her son a simple, elegant silver accessory. I mentioned that, coincidentally, I was staying at a hotel called "If the Clouds Knew," where the plants and flower borders were like an unnamed prose poem. I told her how my mom praised the mushrooms here... She said that she had recently met our middle school Chinese teacher, who had mentioned me... We never know when others might talk about us, with either affection or love. Right now, I'm lying on a lounge chair on the terrace of this hotel room called "If the Clouds Knew." The lights of Dali Ancient City twinkle softly yellow. I never knew the clouds here could be so comfortable, or that being reminded of certain memories could feel so warm. Just now, my mom walked over and took a photo of shy, bashful, enchanted me with her phone~