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The Bipenggou Namu Lake Hot Spring Hotel and Restaurant really takes into account the hearts of all tourists. After soaking in the hot springs, coming here to taste the delicious food is truly an enjoyable lifestyle. It is simply beautiful.

Hey kids! Winter is finally here in Chengdu! ❄️ As a Chengdu kid, I've never seen heavy snow since I was a kid, so I've only been able to play in places like Gan'aba. I originally wanted to go to Xiling Snow Mountain, but the hotel was so old! We decided to go to Bipenggou instead. It's pricey, but it's totally worth it! 💯 📍 #Location: Bipenggou Scenic Area Opening Hours: 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM year-round ✨ #Highlights: 1️⃣ Hot Spring Experience ♨️ It's like "Sichuan's Little Hokkaido"! The public hot springs are so relaxing (though I didn't have the courage to walk from my room to the hot springs in my bathrobe, haha). 2️⃣ Two-Bedroom Private Bath Our two-bedroom room had its own private bath upstairs, so we could enjoy a glass of wine and stargazing at night. 🌟 Just thinking about it is so romantic! Too bad I didn't have time to enjoy it with my kids. 3️⃣ Playing in the snow up close ❄️ This place is so much more fun than Xiling Snow Mountain! The snow is incredibly thick, and the photo ops are fantastic! 💰#Tips: Although the hotel is a bit pricey, the experience is incredible! Trust me, it's definitely worth it! Especially for kids who want to take stunning snow photos—be sure to bring plenty of clothes; the white snow is stunning in any photo! 📸 P.S. Moms with kids can rest assured; the kids had a blast! Just remember to wrap up warm! 😘 #ChengduAround #WinterTravel #BipenggouGuide #SnowViewCheck-In #SichuanTravel

Notes from Bipenggou The mountains beckoned, and so I went. Peeling back the hard shell of the city, I headed straight for the heart of western Sichuan. My heart softened gradually on the bumpy ride, as if gently soothed by the breath of the mountains. The morning in Bipenggou was shrouded in cold frost. The snowline, like a silver ribbon, wrapped around the mountainside, gleaming with a cool sheen in the sunlight. Walking slowly along the wooden plank road, frost marks creaked underfoot, and the frost melted into wet marks in the morning light. A mountain stream, #Bipenggou, rushed through the crevices of the rocks, its chill chill piercing the bones, like the melting tears of a snowy mountain, or the surging blood of the earth. Moss, still alive and green on the withered fir branches, carried a moist, ancient scent. The crimson leaves of late autumn still burned on their branches, their brilliance enhanced by frost, dancing like flames in the cold and silent valley, struggling or burning. As the plank path wound its way up, I encountered a few yaks, slowly pacing across the withered meadow, clumsily nibbling at the barren wasteland. They chewed grass, and also time, their chomping sounds long and monotonous, softly echoing through the empty valley. I paused, watching them chew silently and peacefully. Occasionally, they raised their eyes to look at me—a look that was gentle yet distant, like a silent narration after witnessing the vicissitudes of life in the mountains. Human and beast stared at each other, with only the chewing sounds and the wind flowing between them, as if only these natural sounds held the eternal truth. Halfway up the mountain, the remains of a glacier loomed before us. A jagged formation of rocks covered the valley floor, their sharp edges and cold as iron. Once prisoners, crushed and transported beneath the glacier's tongue, these boulders now bear witness to the Ice Age's legacy, silently telling of the immense force that crushed and transported them. The stones lie silent, silently telling the geological story of billions of years, each scratch a mark left by the chisel of time. I touch the cold edges, and my fingertips seem to touch the depth and weight of time—human life is but a grain of sand on a shallow shore, while the breath of the mountains and rivers spans billions of years. After a twist and turn, a vast lake suddenly unfolds before my eyes. The water is as calm as a mirror, embracing the mountains, the sky, and the shadows of the clouds. An occasional breeze brushes past, gently rippling the water, and the mountain shadows reflected in the water sway and shatter, then slowly gather and restore themselves. The waves break and merge, flickering like a dream, leaving one dazed. Reality and reflection blend, mountains and clouds walk beneath the water. Which is the more enduring truth: the world above or the world below? I gazed at the water's surface, my own silhouette wrinkled and stretched in the reflection—it turns out that every shattering and reunion of the mountain's shadow mirrors our own comings and goings in the torrent of time. Dusk gradually engulfed the mountains, and the chill grew thicker all around. Looking back at the valley, the sun had already set, casting shadows of varying depths across the winding ravines. I slowly descended the mountain, the plank road beneath my feet a time conveyor belt, carrying me from the primeval world back to the human world. The city had crumbled into a blurry sea of lights in the distance. The snow-capped mountains, meadows, and lakes of Bipenggou had quietly settled to the bottom of my heart. I knew that the silent snowline, the rushing stream, the sound of yaks chewing on time, even the rough scratches on the glacial rocks... would become indelible marks in my heart. This mark isn't carved into stone, but in the soft mud of memory—no matter how harsh the winds and frosts of time, they can't erase the cold, enduring shadow cast by the deep valley on the walls of my heart. The mountains are silent history books, and those who walk among them merely add a footnote to their own.

Winter gives people a feeling of restraint, calmness and solemnity. Cold tones are the basic colors of winter. However, the winter at Namu Lake Hot Spring Hotel is full of warmth in the silence. There is warmth in the cold, and cold and warmth are intertwined in the snowy winter. Namu Lake Hot Spring Hotel decorates the earth with warmth #Super Design Homestay #Most Beautiful Homestay #Where to Go in Winter #Hot Spring Hotel

Bipenggou is really worth a visit. Apart from the altitude sickness, it is really worth a visit.