DAY II Meili Bodu is undoubtedly the most expensive hotel of this trip, with a design worth praising

Architecture: A humble box at the foot of the snow mountain The moment I stepped into the hotel lobby, I was struck by its "disappearing boundary" design. The Zhuang Ziyu team drew inspiration from Tibetan watchtowers, embedding a 7,300㎡ concrete box into the mountain. The base is built with local stone slabs, seamlessly connecting to the gravel ground of Wunong Peak; the upper white-painted geometric blocks float like clouds, framing the magnificent panorama of the Meili Thirteen Peaks. In the vertical circulation, the "White Tower" staircase designed by Wu Bin twists upward at a 45-degree angle, with each step engraved with codes of light and shadow, guiding me through the infinity pool, tea room, and art gallery. Guest Rooms: A private dialogue with the sacred mountain The Zhuang Ziyu team cleverly designed triangular balcony angles, turning the soaking pool into a snow mountain observation station—when soaking in the morning, the reflection of the sunlit golden mountain shatters into flowing gold leaf in the pool, and even the breath is imbued with the mountain’s sanctity. Inside the room, Wu Bin sets a "Modern Oriental" tone, with yak bells and black pottery ornaments hiding Tibetan codes, while the B&O sound system plays Cold Lake Band’s "Lost Rivers," harmonizing with the distant murmurs of the snow mountain. 3. Local Experience: A pilgrimage through time and space As the first golden ray pierced through the clouds, guests in all 35 rooms raised their cameras simultaneously, the shutter sounds intertwining with the breath of the snow mountain to form a sacred symphony. At nightfall, the visit to a Tibetan family transported me back to the caravan station of a thousand years ago, where the richness of butter tea and the spiciness of barley wine by the hearth became a hymn to the sacred mountain. 4. Cuisine: A poetic taste gift from the snow mountain The menu at Bodu Restaurant is a deconstructed poem of Tibetan local products. The chef uses matsutake mushrooms irrigated by the melting snow of Meili Snow Mountain, paired with wild black truffles from the plateau, creating a richly layered mushroom platter; the Basque cake for afternoon tea is sprinkled with rose salt brewed from glacier meltwater of Baima Snow Mountain. The most unforgettable moment was the Tibetan barbecue at 3 a.m.—as the aroma of grilled yak meat wafted over the infinity pool, I suddenly understood Wu Bin’s concept of "full-dimensional design"—food, scent, and temperature all weaving a dialogue with the sacred mountain. 5. Farewell: Eternal memories imprinted by the snow mountain Outside the window, the clouds were visibly swallowing the last snow peak, while beside the Mani stone pile in the hotel lobby, the newly carved six-syllable mantra gleamed with golden edges in the morning light. Zhuang Ziyu once said, "Architecture should be a medium that inspires inner experience." At this moment, I finally understood that this snow mountain box, crafted over four years, has forever engraved the soul of the Meili Thirteen Peaks into the genes of every visitor.