Surrounded by mountains, the wild persimmon stands quietly, as if it is a secluded place carved by natures own hands. Here, the bamboo forest is like the sea, rustling in the wind as if whispering the secrets of the mountains; The stream murmurs and the sound of water is clear, like a never-ending natural melody. Every corner is filled with the breath of life and the charm of nature, as if time quietly stops here, just to let you breathe with the mountains and waters.In the morning, the mist gently envelops the mountains, and the chirping of birds awakens the sleeping valleys. Pushing open the window, the bamboo forest in the distance appeared faintly in the morning light, like a slowly unfolding ink painting. The white buildings and lush forests complement each other, creating a serene and dynamic scene. Strolling in the morning mist, with soft grass underfoot, free wind in the ears, deep and shallow greenery in front of me, as if I were in a dream that I didnt want to wake up from.The hustle and bustle of the city have been replaced by the silence and freedom of the mountains here. Days become simple and fulfilling, every step steadfastly stepping on the pulse of the earth.Here, time seems to slow down. You can brew a pot of clear tea in the tea room and listen to the rustling whispers of the bamboo forest in the wind; Or hold a scroll of poetry on the mountain terrace and let your thoughts drift away with the clouds.May you sleep with mountains and rivers, walk with bamboo shadows, and find inner peace and poetry here.