Morning tea brewing while listening to the rain, evening retreat in poetic tranquility｜Songpin Hotel

Kunming Dianchi Songpin Hotel Raindrops weave a delicate veil, while the green tiles transform into piano keys, Each drip and drop unlocks a garden of dreams — Along the winding paths, moss glows brighter after the rain, and the stone steps shimmer with a gentle luster; Copper bells hanging under the eaves sway lightly with the rain, their chimes echoing softly, Banana leaves cradle rain droplets like pearls, while water lilies bow gracefully in the pond's center. By the window, brewing tea, watching the rain threads connect the flying eaves and corridors, Mist drifts across the lattice windows, painting the world into a hazy ink-wash scroll. In this moment, time stands still, and the mind is at ease, Only the sound of rain and the aroma of tea linger, spreading poetry within the folds of the Chinese garden. @冯一橙吖 Thanks to Baozi for the photo.