The stay at this homestay in the heart of Lijiang Ancient Town was absolutely amazing!

As dusk quietly painted the bluestone slabs of Sifang Street with a honeyed hue, the gray tiles of Bó Xīn Yún Shě · Wén Yuàn hummed a little tune in the breeze from Lion Mountain~ This courtyard, tucked away in the prime spot of the ancient town, holds the lively, earthy charm of bustling streets in its left hand while gently touching the 600-year-old stories beneath the golden eaves of Mu Residence with its right. Open the window, and Jade Dragon Snow Mountain’s cool snowy air rushes in with a "whoosh." In the framed stained-glass sunset, the eaves of Mu Residence quietly tuck the rhythmic evening drumbeats into the old dreams of the Tea Horse Road! The five courtyards are like building blocks casually arranged by an old Dongba priest, with white walls resembling uncut rice paper and Dongba script carved on the pillars still carrying the scent of pinewood ink~ The colorful stone paths left by the Tea Horse Road in the courtyard glisten under the moonlight, until suddenly—"plop!"—a red carp in the pool flicks its tail, shattering the clouds reflected in the water and startling the bougainvillea clinging to the wall! In the master bedroom "Goddess Mountain Gemu," an Italian latex pillow dozes beside the carved bed, hugging the moonlight, while the smart towel rack hums, warming the scent of snow mountain pinewood. As the Bluetooth speaker plays ancient Naxi tunes, rose petals in the bathtub chase after the stars slipping in through the wooden window~ A housekeeper in indigo tie-dye knocks "dong dong," her silver bracelets clinking against the sweet white porcelain bowl of peach gum and snow pear soup~ Bamboo fiber towels are folded into little snow mountains, with a colorful surprise—Dongba script for "auspiciousness" embroidered on the side! The rooftop "Mirror of the Sky" captures all the lantern lights of the ancient town. At the bonfire party, the silver ornaments of Naxi grandmothers jingle and clatter to the rhythm of the "A Li Li" dance, the sparks nearly kissing the open pages of *The Book of Barbarians* in the library~ By the time morning mist stealthily climbs onto embroidered cloth shoes, the aroma of snow tea bubbling in the copper pot in the front hall has already filled the courtyard—what’s brewing in that clay pot isn’t just tea, but the thousand-year-old tenderness of the ancient town! 📍 Check-in spot: No. 22, Jinxing Alley, Dayan Street (Your navigation might coo, "Come find me and play~")