Sleeping against the mountains, embracing the moon, a hidden lunar paradise lost in the mortal world

🚗 The car winds up the serpentine mountain road, the city's clamor filtered through layers of lush greenery, and the heart gradually settles into tranquility. Until the navigation announces, "Your destination is nearby," I catch sight of the structure that seems to have grown naturally from the mountain—Junqing Wangshan Yue. The name alone stirs something deep within at first glance. 🪟 Pushing open the door to my reserved "Moyin Courtyard" room, I'm instantly breathless at the sight: a floor-to-ceiling window frames an unobstructed view of rolling emerald mountains, like a colossal, living ink painting unfurling before my eyes. The room embodies the understated elegance of wabi-sabi—raw wood, woven rattan, and rough pottery, each texture warm with nature's touch. Free of ornate decor, yet every object whispers careful curation: a plain ceramic teacup, a gnarled branch arrangement, all quietly narrating the aesthetics of mountain living. Sunlight filters through the window grilles, casting dappled shadows on the floor, as if time itself has slowed its pace here. ☀️ Dawn arrives with the melodious chorus of birds outside. Opening the window, crisp air infused with the fragrance of grass and trees floods in. Morning mist drapes the mountains like sheer silk, distant peaks fading in and out of the haze, painting yet another ethereal ink-wash scene. 🧩 Junqing Wangshan Yue offered me far more than a restful night's sleep. It was a feast for the senses: endless mountain vistas and starry skies for the eyes, soothing hot springs and natural textures for touch, pure mountain breezes and insect symphonies for the ears. The usual anxieties and restlessness seemed to melt away under that tender moonlight.