Time Flows Slowly in the Curl of Smoke

Tucked among the misty mountains of Lishui, Songyang Ancient Village drifts between time and memory. Smoke curls above the rooftops, and narrow stone alleys wind like forgotten dreams. Weathered wooden windows and grey-tiled walls whisper of gentle years gone by. In the morning mist, a rooster’s crow awakens the valley; at dusk, elders sit by their doors, watching children chase the fading light. Here, the noise of the world falls away—leaving only the quiet rhythm of life itself. Songyang is not a distant place, but a homeland the heart remembers.