Dali Jihe Cang·Erhai Hotel Stay｜Drying My Soul in the Breeze of Erhai

🌿 Dali Jihe Cang·Erhai Hotel Stay｜Drying My Soul in the Breeze of Erhai As the plane landed, the clouds of Yunnan reached out to catch my weariness. A butler with a genuine Yunnan accent smiled warmly, already waiting with an umbrella. As she took my luggage, she whispered, "Cangshan Mountain just had a light snowfall." *Ten Windows on the Cliff* Gray-white stone steps led to a cliffside courtyard, where emerald bamboo rustled in the wind, counting the moments. Ten rooms scattered like translucent seashells throughout the building—mine was named "Embrace the Wind" (I named it myself 😊). Sinking into the zero-pressure mattress, I watched the snowline of Cangshan melt into the blue of Erhai, while waves clipped sunlight into silver fragments that danced across the walls. *Afternoon Poetry of Taste* A Bai ethnic grandmother pushed open the wooden door, and the wind carried in mist from the mountains: ▫️ Pizza baked with wavy edges ▫️ Clouds ☁️ melting into yogurt, rich and tangy ▫️ Ancient tree black tea swirling like tree rings in a rough clay cup Through the window opposite the dining table, Erhai tried on the sky’s blue dress. *Twilight’s Brew* At five, the rooftop became a stolen theater. Holding a glass of red wine, I turned 360°, watching the sunset dye Erhai into stained glass. Waves climbed the hundred-meter cliff, gently brushing away half a year’s dust from my shoulders. *Midnight Healing* The bathtub overflowed into a pool of moonlight, while cedar-scented candles wept softly. A glass of bedtime wine in one hand, warm milk in the other, and waves humming Bai folk tunes below the window. In a daze, I heard Cangshan whisper to Erhai, "Wrap this sleepless soul in a blanket of waves." *Leaving Lightly* My suitcase was light when I left— packed with three waves, five strands of pine resin, and a self freshly laundered by the mountains and sea.