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

Post by j聚龙牯牛降酒店 | Jun 10, 2025