Ting Hua • Snow Mountain View Resort (Lijiang Ancient Town Branch)

The room was incredibly beautiful, with underfloor heating. We were greeted with a flower cake upon arrival, and our luggage was handled for us from start to finish. The whole environment felt like a grand garden.

The owner was incredibly welcoming, gifting us flower cakes and oranges upon arrival, and even roses when we checked out. The guesthouse itself is very peaceful and ideally located, close to both the market and the exit. I really enjoyed my stay and would definitely recommend it to others.

The room was clean and tidy, and the owner was very welcoming, offering attentive and thoughtful service. As soon as I arrived, I was treated to delicious and authentic flower pastries, fruits, and snacks. The courtyard environment was also incredibly beautiful.

Facilities: The facilities are fully equipped. The intangible cultural heritage handicraft experience was great, and the staff member, Jialan, was very enthusiastic. He even helped us book tickets for the 'Legend of Romance' show, which was fantastic. Everyone at the hotel was very friendly. We'll definitely stay at Tinghua Hall again next time we visit.

Stepping through the wooden doors of Tinghuatang · Wangxueshan Homestay on Lijiang's Qiyi Street Xingwen Alley, I was immediately embraced by a wave of floral fragrance and warmth. Every corner of the courtyard was bathed in blooming flowers, but what touched my heart even before the scent of the blossoms was the warm tea and the kind words, "You must be tired, please rest," offered by the housekeeper. There was no awkward formality, just a familiar comfort, like coming home, instantly melting away the dust and weariness of my journey. If the courtyard overflows with worldly warmth, then the rooftop captures the poetry of heaven. Climbing the stairs felt like stepping into a painting – a tapestry of vibrant flowers stretched before me, while in the distance, the majestic Jade Dragon Snow Mountain stood in silent grandeur. In the morning light, the snow-capped peaks were a delicate blue; at dusk, they gleamed with a golden hue. My favorite time was after nightfall, sitting on the rooftop adorned with string lights that twinkled like stars, watching the silhouette of the snow mountain gradually emerge against the deep blue night sky. The world was hushed, save for my heartbeat and the gentle whisper of the wind. The story here is written together by flowers and snow, by people and mountains, a tenderness so profound it feels otherworldly.