Rain Falls at Guniujiang | I Spent a Day Listening to the Wilderness Breathe

Modern luxury is unabashedly "wasting" a rainy day. While cities grow moldy during the plum rain season, I cleanse my ears in the rain at Guniujiang. When the sound of rain drowns out human voices, silence reveals summer’s true essence. 📍 Location: Shitai Julong Guniujiang Hotel 🌧 【Julong · A Rainy Day Narrative】 The "painted boat" isn’t on water—it floats in the mist. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel lobby are a grand natural theater. Sink into the sofa in your room, order a cup of tea, and watch: Raindrops embroider the bamboo sea into a verdant curtain. The mist, like a thirsty beast, devours the valley bite by bite. —So-called "listening to the rain" is really tasting the sweetness of silence with your eyes. Dashing into the rain? Better to sit cross-legged on the terrace under the eaves. Cold rain taps your forehead, shattering into crystals on your hair. Close your eyes and hear raindrops plunge into the pond: plink—plonk—plink… Flip a few pages of a book, then pause—how can words compete with the rolling waves of green across the mountains? @CommunityBenefits @Ctrip Community Creation Center