A Retreat of Serenity in an Ink-Wash Scroll

When heavy rain tears through the summer heat, the hotel nestled among mountains and gardens transforms into an unfolding ink-wash masterpiece. Dark tiles and upturned eaves catch the cascading rain curtains, as droplets burst into tiny splashes upon the bluestone pavement. Beneath the corridors, wind lanterns sway gently with the mountain breeze, while the grain of the pillars, moistened by the misty rain, reveals the texture of time. Sit by the window or stroll along the pavilions, watching raindrops form crystal curtains along the eaves, dampening the half-cooled cup of fresh tea on the courtyard table. Nearby, the mountain forests fade in and out of the rain mist, while the sounds of rain, wind, and occasional conversations from passersby at the foot of the mountain blend into nature's rich symphony. In the guest room, with the window slightly ajar, the rain carries the fragrance of grass and trees, unveiling the poetic scene of raindrops dancing across the garden. Lie on the bed or sit by the window, listening to the crisp sound of rain tapping on the tiled roof, and admiring the hazy glow of pavilions and towers through the rain curtain. Sip a cup of ancient tree tea, letting its aroma and the rhythm of the rain linger on your tongue. As night falls, the heavy rain turns into a drizzle. Warm yellow lights illuminate the garden, their halos softly spreading in the puddles. In the reception hall, the faint melody of a guqin drifts through the moist air, even the tune of *Listening to the Rain on the Mountainside* seems infused with a touch of mist. Here, in this garden sanctuary, the rain is no longer a noisy intrusion but a feast reserved solely for this place. Lijiang Naxi Ya Garden Hotel