Mountains and Sunset | Mayu Valley Hot Spring Town

Courtyard Time: A Poetic Corner of Time In the hustle and bustle of the city, encounter a quiet courtyard, as if stepping into a paradise. The bluestone road winds through, and the moss growing stubbornly in the cracks tells the story of time. The wooden fence is covered with roses, and when the breeze blows, the petals fall like snow, filling the sleeves with fragrance. A stone table and a few rattan chairs await a gathering with old friends, with the aroma of tea wafting and laughter echoing in the courtyard. Under the old tree in the corner, in the mottled light and shadow, the cat lazily naps. By the ancient well, a copper bucket draws up a coolness, as if shaking down a sky full of stars. The courtyard is not big, but it holds all the gentleness and peace of life. Here, time slows down, the soul rests, every inch of the corner is engraved with the appearance of home, and every moment is woven with the appearance of happiness.