Kai Yuan Life Huan Chun Hotel Huangshan, Old street deep Lane shop shoulder to shoulder, dense rain heavy curtain, ancient painting extension.
Daiwa horse head Tibetan secret language, Huizhou business Confucian shadow through the smoke.
In the old Tunxi street of Huangshan, Anhui Province, which has the reputation of 'flowing Qingming River map', B & B is hidden here. There are nine old houses and five themes, which form a 39 room home stay cluster of Huizhou Confucian merchants. The tea, salt, wood and Dang culture of Huizhou people and the fire of life culture are vividly presented in this cluster“ The tea house is full of tea and pottery, the salt house is rich, the wood house is prosperous, and the fire house is happy. The culture of Huizhou, the details of Jiangnan, the smell of firework of old street people, the literary and artistic sentiment of some scholarly tea houses, coffee and ink, Hui Style kitchens, and some yearning for seclusion and life outside the world make it a place where the old and the new pass through and the ink and wash crisscross. All guest rooms in the cluster are equipped with independent heating system, digital TV, Kaiyuan Tianyi bed sleeping system, and wireless network covers the whole area of the hotel. Private customized breakfast can satisfy your taste buds and fill your empty stomach. It's a wonderful day for you to start with a rich and healthy breakfast.
No luxury but atmosphere, no lofty but elegant. Ten old houses, still in their original appearance, have been rebuilt. They can be divided into multi story courtyard, high ridge eaves, winding corridors, pavilions and pavilions. In the Hui style patio, you can also enjoy the morning glow and watch the stars at night to restore the life scene of Hui merchants in the old street. If you live here, you can get out of the bustling, feel the brick by brick Huizhou Road, get in the quiet, stay away from the noise, build fences and plant chrysanthemums. In the door, a housekeeper offers a cup of peach blossom welcome tea. When he leaves, his clothes are fragrant; It is Lao She's pen: 'the peach blossom water at the foot of Xiaohua mountain, with the fragrance of tea and ink'.