Wander Into a Literary Wonderland! Even the Air in This Hotel Writes Poetry

When I stepped into Yuyao in a literary and artistic way, As I pushed open the door, the fragrance of sandalwood lingered around my clothes. Morning light streamed through the window lattices, weaving water patterns on the linen curtains. The old wooden beams resonated with the chirping of birds, and the attic bookshelf hid yellowed postcards. As my fingertips brushed over the pages, I heard sighs from parallel universes. Twilight spread over the folds of the cement walls, dyeing them with amber-colored dusk. On rainy nights, the dripping water from the eaves tapped against the pottery jars, forming a polyphony with the clicking sound of the old record player. Through the mirror, I wrote, "We are all wandering poets who stumbled in by chance." Taoyuyueyao Hotel (Taoyangli Historical and Cultural Tourism Area Branch)