Water from Wuzhi Mountain and Egongji Mountain flows gently through the irrigation canals, nourishing the land that has sustained generations. Sitting on the chair beside the bed, you gaze out the window.The mountains appear and disappear behind drifting mist.

Old houses and quiet fields stand still in the distance, softly telling the story of people and land over the past century.

As you quietly watch the green ridges outside the window, your traveler’s heart begins to settle.