Lanterns Flow Like Rivers, Dreamwalking in the Valley

That evening at Wuxiangu Valley, I met the night in its purest form. As twilight deepened, the hills still held traces of daylight, their silhouettes mirrored in the water. Then, at six o'clock, a thousand lights awakened — transforming the valley into a river of gentle luminance. Maidens in hanfu glided through the lantern-lit paths; shadows danced under archways and blossoms, and even the air seemed tinted with soft glow. The night market hummed with warmth and life under the stars. Here, the real pulse of Wuxiangu is not in daylight’s calm — it is in this luminous, living night.