I was so happy to stay at a small courtyard in Dali.

🌳 After spending so much time in the hustle and bustle of the city, my heart began to yearn for a quiet place where my soul could rest. It wasn't until I came across the Zen courtyard of Shanwushe·izan that I realized this was the paradise of my dreams. As I stepped into the courtyard, the winding stone path slowed my pace. The old stone mill and the scattered rocks seemed to tell the story of time. Moss climbed quietly up the stone lanterns, and the ancient simplicity was revealed in the dim light. Every inch of green was a Zen poem written by nature. Under the Chinese-style eaves, a wooden bench awaited. Light and shadow filtered through the lattice, casting a golden glow on the ground. Here, I brewed a pot of tea and watched the leaves unfurl in the boiling water, as if my worries were drifting away with the smoke. The shadows of the bamboo swayed and whispered with the wind, as if reciting ancient scriptures. The courtyard was quiet, with only the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves, creating a Zen melody. There was no need to search far and wide. In the courtyard of Shanwushe·izan, I found a corner of the world and a moment in time, and I was able to experience the true meaning of life in the Zen style of the Chinese wind, and enjoy the simple pleasures of the world.