Just checked out, this is the home of my heart, a pure land

In the hustle and bustle of the world, we always long for a pure land where our hearts can rest. Wuyi Jinyuan Die Lai Wangjing Hot Spring Hotel is such a paradise. The hotel is hidden in the 4A-level Jinyuan Ancient Residence Scenic Area, with 87 ancient buildings from the Ming and Qing Dynasties scattered around. Stepping into it, it seems to travel through time and space, with blue bricks and black tiles, horse head walls and corridor windows, each of which tells the old dream of Jiangnan, and the charm of history spreads under the feet and flows at the fingertips. Looking at the series of guest rooms, the Zen style of the Republic of China comes to the face. The warmth of the wood and the comfort of the furniture complement each other, and the warmth is overflowing. What is even more exciting is that each room is equipped with a private hot spring, a clear spring, a guest and a clear, in a private space, let the body and mind stretch and relax in the warm spring water, all the fatigue dissipates with the curling heat. Here, Zen permeates every inch of time. In the morning, close your eyes and listen in the arms of nature, the sound of wind, water, and birds, and feel the pulse and breath of nature, and absorb energy; In the afternoon, wash your hands and burn incense, copy the scriptures, and in one stroke, the troubles of the world gradually drift away; In the evening, immerse yourself in the sound wave world of the chanting bowl healing, empty meditation, and awaken the sleeping inner strength; At the time of application, drink a cup of fragrant tea, the tea fragrance is curling, and the body and mind are light and free. The surrounding Yanfu Temple and Mingzhao Temple are like two pearls inlaid deep in the mountains and forests. The Yuan Dynasty wooden architecture of Yanfu Temple carries the weight of history; The teaching style of Mingzhao Temple exudes the fragrance of culture. Walking through it, the birds and bells are intertwined, the Zen rhyme is long, and the thoughts drift away, precipitating and understanding in the long river of years.