Stayed three days at a guesthouse in Jingdezhen and didn’t want to leave

As the morning mist just cleared, the window of the guesthouse tea room framed a courtyard bathed in sunlight. The wooden table soaked in warmth, the tea whisk stirred up fine froth on the tea, and the porcelain cup held a moistness like morning dew. The wind brushed through the bamboo in the courtyard, scattering light and shadow, while distant mountains behind the window screen were wrapped in pale blue. Even the tea smoke drifted lazily—this moment of leisure was a soft net woven from sunlight and the scent of tea, gently wrapping people in comfort.

Post by 瓷緣舍美宿 | Oct 26, 2025