Quanzhous Three Dont Be WuShi BB Living under the eaves of an ancient building, the name Three Dont Be WuShi is taken from the homophonic and elegant translation of the old Minnan saying Three Dont Be WuShi-dont be trapped in time, dont be confined to form and dont lose your heart. Three cups of tea smoke, and the five more words are lighter. There is an oriental philosophy hidden among the figures three things are born, and five parties are aggregated, which outlines the unique time aesthetics of Fujian with the rhyme of mathematics and physics. Here, we dont catch up with the minute scale, but invite you to follow the oblique shadow of the old sundial and listen to the sound of time growing in the cracks of red bricks. Cuoju Aesthetics The swallow-tailed ridge opens a clear skyline, the rouge brick reflects the dawn of Erythrina City, and the nine bedrooms perfectly combine the southern Fujian customs with modern comfort, creating an unforgettable accommodation experience for every traveler from afar. Taking the century-old Haisi culture as the latitude and longitude, we built the ancient method of putting bricks into stones into the wall, let the silk thread of the marionette fall as a curtain, and take Dehua white porcelain as a lamp and Anxi bamboo as a lamp. Every detail is a tribute to the ingenuity of southern Fujian. Qing Huan at the age of 18 You can follow the slate alley to visit the Tianhou Palace in the morning, and in the afternoon, you can slowly pour a stone pavilion green downstairs on the Five Feet. At dusk, you can sigh in the courtyard and watch the puppet show in your hand perform the lingering of Chen Sanwu Niang. We have an ancient morning tea match-the crisp fragrance of garlic branches mixed with the sweet and sour taste of the source and the candied fruit, and assisted by the hand-painted Twelve oclock of Hester written by the host of the people, so that you can take away not only your luggage, but also the time memory infiltrated with the rhyme of southern Fujian. During the Three Disagreements, the days are the bodhi leaves falling from Kaiyuan Temple, the breath of the ebb and flow of Luoyang Bridge, and the leisurely footnotes of fireworks and immortals in half the city. May you pick up the courage to slowly here, and let your life and the old days in southern Fujian talk about a love again.