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March 16, 2025
At Hu Ge's "Boyi Huxiang Culture Homestay", I found the third season of Lijiang
In Lijiang in March, when you open the window in the morning, white mist comes out - this wonderful entanglement of spring and winter is turned into poetry in "Bo Yi".
Outside the window is a 600-year-old tile wave. The morning light slips into the house, and the golden color is mixed with the color of germanium stone, which is romantic and ambiguous. The most amazing thing is the smart speaker in the room, which plays Tiger Brother’s private collection "Jade Dragon Spring Sleepiness": "Pour the sound of melting snow into the pottery jar/Wait for the cuckoo to steal a drink..."
The Hunan-style hotpot bubbling in the copper pot at the evening gathering, with its spicy aroma accompanied by the flavor of meat and mixed with smoke, tears up the spring chill and goes well with wine.
Music is indispensable when friends get together. Brother Hu plays the drums leisurely, Xiaofeng strums the guitar, and Brother Hu sings his original song, making it feel like a folk concert.
In the early morning, in the tea room, the fragrance of Pu'er tea and the music from the old CD player, burning incense and sipping tea, it is very comfortable.
Because of work, I have come to Lijiang frequently in recent years, and I must stay at the "Boyi Hunan Culture Homestay". Every time I come, I will have different feelings and inspirations, and I must write some comments.
While other B&Bs are selling standardized treatments, this one is seriously "wasting" time: clinking glasses with the tonic medicinal wine specially prepared by Brother Hu, letting the old willow in front of the courtyard shake off the raindrops into the spring mud, and the southern jasmine, red maple, weeping angelica and succulents in the courtyard decorate the greenery of spring and the artistic conception of Bo Yi.
It turns out that in Lijiang, there are people who really live their lives like endless prose poems. Brother Hu is like this, and so am I.
I admire such a poetic life, and I blend in, becoming a mortal that the gods envy...
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