[Maple Bridge Inn. Garden Inn | Encountering the poetic residence in the fireworks of the world]
The moment you push open the wooden door of Maple Bridge Inn, it seems as if you have fallen into a secret garden in a fairy tale. Vines climb the white walls and droop like curtains, hydrangeas and roses surround the stone path, the morning light shines through the gaps between the leaves onto the wooden bench, and even your breath is stained with the fragrance of flowers and plants. The old lady is tending to the flowers and plants in the corner of the yard. When she looks up, she gives a simple smile and a sentence "Are you here? Are you tired on the road?", which instantly relieves the fatigue of the traveler.
Living here is more like visiting a distant relative. I was awakened by the birdsong in the morning, sat under the rose rack in the afternoon to drink tea, and listened to the boss telling the old stories of Jiazhou. The floral curtains, handmade pottery jars, and fluffy quilts in the room are full of the owner's gentle thoughts on life. Suddenly, I understood the true meaning of "where my heart is at peace is my hometown".
If you are also looking for the friendly lights on your journey, you might as well stay here for a few days. Let the spring scenery in the garden soothe your eyes, let the warmth of human nature nourish your soul, and let the morning and evening at Fengqiao Station become the time of returning home that will always be vivid in your memory.
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