One misty morning in 2009, I arrived at a guesthouse tucked among the mountains.

Outside, trees whispered through fog, birds called from afar, and the air carried the scent of coffee and wood.

That night, the host played the piano, while a dancer moved softly with the music.

In that quiet mountain evening, sound and motion became a dream that lingered—

and something stirred within me.

I realized then: a home on the road could be soulful, still, and alive.

So a seed was quietly planted:

One day, I would build such a place—

a refuge for travelers,

a pause for the soul.

Time flowed like a gentle stream, until in 2015, the dream took shape on paper.

It was not just a house I envisioned,

but a way of life I longed to share—

with mist and birdsong, tea and music,

a space where the inner self could meet the natural world in quiet harmony.

That same year, I met her—my wife.

She was a beam of light through morning fog,

bringing color to my once-simple life,

and breath to the dream we now held together.

I began learning the xiao and shakuhachi, following the voice of the wind.

She devoted herself to the art of tea and classical Chinese dance,

moving with stillness and grace.

Except for the structure of concrete and steel,

everything was built with our own hands—

woodwork, wiring, lighting, and care.

From dawn until starlight, we shaped this dream stone by stone.

Ten years have passed.

The dream is no longer a sketch or longing—

it has become a living place.

And here in these mountains,

we also quietly celebrated our tenth year of marriage.

As the house came to life, so did the journey we’ve walked side by side.

Love, like wood, holds its shape through time;

tea and light move together.

This home is our shared memory in form,

awaiting you, with all its stillness and warmth.

LONG Lodge rests gently in the misted forest.

Here, the bedding and furnishings were chosen by our hands,

so that every guest may sleep deeply, softly, and well.

Here, under stars and among birdsong,

tea and music from the East rise into the silence,

resonating with the mountains’ breath.

This is not just a guesthouse—

but a chapter of our lives, now open to you.