Tucked away in the Mogan mountains, alone in silence. The brook gurgling in front of the door, the bridge across, the ancient rhyme leisurely; Overlooking the mountains, clouds and mist-shrouded, as picturesque as poetry. The room is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling Windows overlooking the mountains, and the bed is comfortable and clean for a good nights sleep. The courtyard is quiet, boiling tea around the stove, listening to the stream singing, the far-off hills resemble strokes of ink, deep and serene, enjoying the interest of nature. This is the peach garden to escape the hustle and bustle, but also to return to the heart.