Hidden in the forest, the breath of water can be heard when the mist rises.

Dashuichuan is a secluded forest retreat nestled in the mountains. The moment I stepped onto the trail, I was enveloped by a refreshing coolness and profound tranquility. A stream meanders through the woods, with mountain mist appearing and disappearing, lush greenery all around, and birds chirping melodiously. Everything felt as surreal as a dream. Walking along the damp, moss-covered stone path, my steps instinctively slowed, and even my breathing became cautious, as if afraid to disturb the serenity of this place. In the mountains, there are no towering buildings or urban noise—only the companionship of nature and myself. Sitting on a rock by the stream, I watched the water gently touch the stones, twist, and dissipate. The quietness of the scene was so moving it brought tears to my eyes. Dashuichuan taught me a form of dialogue that requires no words—a conversation with nature and with my inner self. This was not a fleeting sightseeing trip but a profound journey of introspection and renewal.