Wuwei Inn forewordOne hundred steps away from the south gate of Dali Old City, there is a guest house quietly named Wuwei. It is not laziness, but taking the true meaning of nature in heaven and earth - not competing or competing, and being content with what one finds; Without attachment or pursuit, all things become clear.Here, the carved reeds reflect the clear snow of Cangshan Mountain, and the flying eaves connect with the misty waves of Erhai Lake. Pushing the pavilion, the ancient pagoda stands tall in the eyes, and the bustling streets can be heard from the opening door. Qingshi Lane is deep, only a hundred steps away, reaching the bustling south gate of the ancient city; As soon as I entered this courtyard, the hustle and bustle turned into a refreshing breeze. Jiaoying shakes the window, tea smoke lingers, and although the place under ones feet is in the hustle and bustle of the world, this peace of mind is far away from the anxious city of the rivers and lakes.The host is a woman from the north, with generous qualities from Yan and Zhao, blending into the warm and soft land of Yunnan clouds. I love to cook coarse pottery tea cups, waiting for customers from all directions. If you have a story, whether happy or sad, she will sit quietly under the shade of vines, listen with a smile, like taking a deep stream and a secluded spring, where every drop is precious. The world is constantly changing, how many camps are there? Why not take a break from the heavy burden on your shoulders and observe the floating clouds and wild dogs in this small courtyard? Sitting and watching the stars shift on the eaves, lying down and listening to the rain falling in front of the steps. Anxiety is like a cocoon, binding oneself to form and spirit; Let go of your mind and body, and follow the flowing clouds of Dali to relax.A guest comes from afar and asks what wuwei means?The host smiled and pointed to the flowers in front of the courtyardNot competing for spring scenery, but enjoying the fragrance of the four seasons;Not flowing water, but reflecting the light of Canger Lake.When you are in the future, the clouds will roll and relax at the corners of the eavesWhy ask about the true meaning here? This is inaction those who come will come, and those who go will go, but the present moment of joy should not be lightly abandoned. The gate is often open, and I forget to camp, but follow my heart.