"A Night in the Mountains, Qui

"A Night in the Mountains, Quietly Waiting for Dawn: A Night Note at Fushoushan Guesthouse"

It was late in the evening when we arrived at the Fushoushan Farm National Guesthouse. A mountain breeze blew, bringing a rare coolness and quiet to the air. Away from the hustle and bustle of life, nights like these seemed especially conducive to quieting the mind. The pristine white building before us, bathed in soft light, was like a lamp quietly keeping vigil, absorbing the tiredness and tranquility of every returning traveler.

We stayed in a double room, simple and clean, with a harmonious combination of wood and white walls. Outside the window, there was no sound of traffic or people, only the occasional whisper of the forest and the wind. Opening the curtains, I was greeted by the deep silence of the night, devoid of any unnecessary light. Instead, I looked forward to the misty Fushoushan air of the next morning—the scent of the mountains, the breath of the swaying vegetation, the pure baptism of high altitude.

Post by 諸文武 | Aug 17, 2025