A house that remember roses 🌹

Tucked away in a quiet corner of Lijiang Old Town, there stood a house wrapped in a dream—its rooftop overflowing with a wild, breathtaking bed of roses, spilling down like a memory too full to contain. The petals, soft and fading, danced with the mountain breeze, whispering stories of old love letters, of laughter echoing through wooden corridors, of footsteps that never rushed. I paused beneath it, as if time itself had slowed to let me feel something deeper—something tender and beautifully forgotten. Some houses don’t just hold people. They hold seasons. They hold hearts. #bedofroses #roses #china #poetictravel #lijiang #chinatravel