Nianjiu Jiexiang Huizhou Slow Life Hostel

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住在雍正年間的徽派古建築裏，烹茶聽雨，感受時間慢下來的舒適愜意。晚上遊玩的時候恰逢熱氣騰騰的清明粿出爐，被小雨姐邀請品嚐，氤氲煙火氣，最是撫人心。

它是一個有情調的酒店，乾淨，價格合理，老闆送的早餐也很好吃

The 29th B&B recommended by a friend gave me a first-hand experience of slow life! I believe that when we are busy, we need some leisurely time to slow down, stop and think carefully. This is also a buffer of sufficient thoughts and strategies before starting the next round of new work projects! It's worth a visit. It made me really realize the meaning of hard work. I'm very happy! The host is versatile, the service is very good, the arrangements are thoughtful, the conversation is elegant, and the cultural background is rich. It is rare to meet a friend and confidant in him! In every corner of the room, you can feel the owner's care, the feeling of home, and the influence of culture and art! It’s good to get out more and see new things!

房間跟圖片一樣，乾淨整潔 老闆人善良大方 院子裏還有貓咪，很愜意 性價比很高，很滿意 早餐很豐盛，都是當地特色的食物 房子是古老的建築，本身就是被保護的文物 不虛此行

It was truly an unforgettable and memorable journey. The lady in charge was very responsible and enthusiastic. She upgraded the room for free (it happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival) and took us to experience making rice dumplings, tasting tea, and told us about the past of the small city of Wuyuan, allowing us to slowly relax from the hustle and bustle of life and quietly listen to the whispers of the ancient village of Huizhou. The homestay was converted from an old house with basically no major changes, preserving the ancient charm of the house and the tension unique to that era. The moment you step through the door, the heavy sense of history hits you in the face, the rain falls in through the patio, and when you look up you see the sky at the same place at different times. The surrounding darkness formed a sharp contrast with the pouring light, and I seemed to truly feel the oppression of that feudal era. It is not the dull words in textbooks, nor the sharpened images in film and television dramas, but real history. In the room, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles and the sound of rainwater flowing along the grooves into a stream, I had a different experience, a memory like an ink painting.