I was so lucky to meet Yungu Villa in the misty April.
When I was in college, I read a book about the history and culture of Huizhou in the library. I was attracted by Tang Xianzu's poem "I have never dreamed of going to Huizhou in my life". I longed to walk through the alleys of Jiangnan in the drizzle under the white walls of blue bricks and black tiles, and wanted to see if "traveling from Huangshan and Baishan" was really worthy of its name. After many years, I finally made the trip. The scenery of Huangshan is definitely beautiful, but I misjudged my ability and the weather. I hiked down the mountain, and my knees and calves were like torture [covering my face]. Going up and down the mountain, the whole way was white and foggy, and it was lonely. The Yungu Hotel, located halfway up the mountain, is a perfect match for the scenery of the Qingming Festival. In the thick fog, you can hear the roar of the waterfall. After crossing a small bridge, you can vaguely see a house that suddenly appears. The strange smile of the stone boy looming in the bushes at the door, coupled with this color, really has a gloomy feeling of Liaozhai. I highly recommend this experience. It is lonely and cold, with winding paths leading to secluded places. Walking on a small path anywhere may lead to a Feng Shui treasure land for dividing gold and determining the location of the cave. Today, my whole body is sore and I have to give up the trip to the ancient villages of Huizhou and go home. A comfortable vacation journey will be left in beautiful photos. A trip to seek abuse is like practicing. This time may be a bit like practicing immortality. Only such a miserable experience will be unforgettable. I later learned that Tang Xianzu's poem was not about dreaming about Huizhou, but "Everyone in this world yearns for the rich Huizhou, but for me, I have never even dreamed of it, so I don't want to go." Although the meaning is misinterpreted, I am willing to say again that I dreamed of Huizhou.
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