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April 10, 2025
After wandering in the steel forest for a long time, I found the breath of my soul in "Jinwushe".
The moment I opened the door, music sounded softly, and lazy Fubao lay quietly at the door enjoying the sun, as if he had fallen into an unfinished autumn prose poem.
My room is called "Lanyue", which really deserves this name - open the window to see the mountain, sleep with the moon as your pillow, close-fitting bedding wrapped in the tenderness of the sun, lying in the bathtub and looking at the distant Shika Caishen Mountain and the prayer wheel next to it. The smile of the housekeeper is as fresh as morning dew. He quietly delivered the suitcase to the room when I checked in. The bowl of fresh meat rice noodles for breakfast made people's throats bloom with glutinous flowers.
In the middle of the night, I walked to the small courtyard on the second floor along the warm light, and I ran into the teahouse. Behind the half-rolled bamboo curtain, there was a whole starry sky. The time here is soaked in the stream, so slow that you can hear the trajectory of dewdrops falling from the eaves. When I checked out, I took away a refrigerator magnet, but left half of my heart in the swing under the corridor.
Today, my house is not like a homestay, but like an old friend hidden in the mountains, turning the dusty passers-by into poets.
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