The Poly Mingyuechuan Yunfuli Yunsu Hot Spring Hotel

A fine rain weaves a hazy net, gently enveloping the entire homestay. Raindrops jump on the black tiles, slide down the eaves, and strings of water droplets fall, splashing tiny water droplets on the bluestone slabs, like agile notes playing a natural movement. After being washed by the rain, the doors and windows of the homestay exude a simple and mellow woody fragrance. The green plants by the window have leaves that are washed bright by the rain, fresh and dripping. Pushing open the window, the moist and fresh air, mixed with the fragrance of soil and vegetation, instantly floods the room. In the yard, the stone road is wet with rain, glowing with a cold light. The water tank in the corner is quietly receiving the nectar falling from the sky, and ripples appear on the water surface. In the distance, the banana leaves sway in the wind and rain, and the wide leaves are covered with rain. Occasionally, they tilt, and the water droplets roll down. In the homestay in the rain, time seems to be stretched, everything becomes slow and quiet, full of poetry and warmth.