Новые Отели в Чжуцзи

When morning mist drifts over the ridges of Baimiwan, in the courtyard hotel renovated from the former Baimiwan Middle School, gray tiles reflect the Jiangnan mountain mists, and the old school desks under the phoenix trees are warming Zhuji's pre-Ming tea — here, the gentleness of Jiangnan and youth memories simmer into a slow-paced time. Old classrooms have been turned into guest rooms, and the former teachers' office is now the "Tea Story Study". All 42 guest rooms retain the texture of classrooms, with mountain views visible through the windows: courtyard rooms open to scenery, terrace rooms offer star-gazing at night; family suites are perfect for parents and kids to reminisce about school days. Nearby attractions also hold stories: a 11-minute drive to Xiaotianzhu (a classic spring outing spot for alumni), where you can make tea in ancient pavilions and listen to mountain breezes; a 28-minute drive to Xishi's Hometown, where you can pick tea by the Huansha River and cook "Xishi Tea Porridge"; head to East China International Jewelry City to choose pearls, then return to the Tea Story Study to make exclusive pendants with tea branches. A little spoiler: Phase II will bring mountain-view hot springs, with mists curling around your shoulders as you soak; a petting zoo is also in the works — guess you might encounter raccoons, peacocks, or even little lions!

Hidden in the mountain mists of Zilang, Yingdian Street Town, Zhuji, lies a place called "Cloud Dwelling Pavilion". Push open the window, and you'll see a surging sea of bamboo; close your eyes, and you'll hear cicadas singing wrapped in mountain breezes, even your breath carries the fresh scent of plants and trees. When morning mist drifts into the terrace, sip a cup of tea with dew; as dusk settles, count the stars in the courtyard. The beds here cradle the weariness of travelers from afar; the porridge simmering on the stove holds the warmth of the local auntie. No need to rush for a schedule—after all, the mountains are right there, and clouds always rest on the eaves. At Cloud Dwelling Pavilion, time moves slowly—slow enough to watch how sunlight creeps over the bamboo tips, to listen to how streams wind around stones, slow enough for you to finally remember: you too deserve to take a good rest like this. (When coming to Zhuji, why not let the clouds save a spot for you first?)

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