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The morning rain, fine as spider silk, softly enveloped the grey tiles and wooden eaves of the courtyard. Walking through the veranda, the pond in the central courtyard was rippling with raindrops, and koi gracefully swayed their tails in the green water. The moss by the pond was washed especially vibrant, while fern leaves and irises, dewy with moisture, blended the fresh scent of flora into the damp air.
Separated by glass walls, the restaurant offered a warm and cozy sanctuary. The soft yellow lights reflected the rain outside the window, and also illuminated me slowly scooping up a bowl of congee, and my child tiptoeing to pick cherry tomatoes from a platter. The steam from the buffet mingled with the aroma of rice, while the scents of egg and vegetables, combined with the earthy smell from the misty rain, created the most gentle and comforting domestic scene, weaving the most peaceful morning light into this journey.
Wind seeped through the gaps in the wooden lattice windows, bringing a cool touch of rain, yet it was gently embraced by the warmth of the room. The rain continued to fall, the koi still swam, and our breakfast unfolded slowly amidst the gentle morning rain in this small Sichuanese courtyard. And with it, this blend of everyday warmth and poetic beauty gradually wove itself into the memories of our trip.
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