There is a kind of feeling, which is the entanglement in the depth of the soul. Don't talk about a thousand years, don't talk about ten thousand years, let alone how the vicissitudes of life have changed, the moment you stand on the dust moor and look at you is eternity. I originally did not return the lanterns, but because of the wind and dust left in the cold courtyard, the bay leaf mountain house, the bonsai courtyard, the bamboo fence and hut, there are stone steps in front of the door, there are moss on the steps, the wooden table and bamboo bench blue and white porcelain, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the winter and the lotus in the summer! A light piano is about to dusk, pacing up, sitting by the window, making a pot of spring tea, listening to you tell the story of the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon in detail.……
——-To· the feelings of Shawan Ancient Town in those years!
Bay Leaf Mountain House · Camellia Room
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