PLOG Diary | Days of Seclusion in Anji

Shaking off the city's noise, The car dives deep into Anji's bamboo sea. The lobby hides beneath the stone steps, As if gently embraced by the mountain. Stepping into "Mountain Not Mountain," I truly believe—I have "escaped." The entire window frames the bamboo sea and mountains like a giant ink painting. The black and white room is adorned with indigo tea sets, Even the suitcase falling to the ground becomes a pleasant note. At night, the central water courtyard, The whole pool of stars is shimmering. The mountain breeze carries the scent of bamboo leaves past my ears. At this moment, I understand what "luxurious solitude" means. Waking up to sunlight is not annoying, Mountain mist is drifting over the window sill, performing a mountain-swallowing magic. Slowly brewing Anji white tea in a celadon cup, Sitting cross-legged in the morning light, Letting the tea fragrance and mountain air flow through my chest. Suddenly wishing time would stop here forever.