Hidden in the mountain mists of Zilang, Yingdian Street Town, Zhuji, lies a place called Cloud Dwelling Pavilion. Push open the window, and youll see a surging sea of bamboo; close your eyes, and youll hear cicadas singing wrapped in mountain breezes, even your breath carries the fresh scent of plants and trees. When morning mist drifts into the terrace, sip a cup of tea with dew; as dusk settles, count the stars in the courtyard. The beds here cradle the weariness of travelers from afar; the porridge simmering on the stove holds the warmth of the local auntie. No need to rush for a scheduleafter all, the mountains are right there, and clouds always rest on the eaves. At Cloud Dwelling Pavilion, time moves slowlyslow enough to watch how sunlight creeps over the bamboo tips, to listen to how streams wind around stones, slow enough for you to finally remember you too deserve to take a good rest like this. When coming to Zhuji, why not let the clouds save a spot for you first?