Brew a cup of local camellia tea,and watch the clouds and mist rise gracefully from the vally,blurring the distant mountain peaks into a watercolor painting.Occasionally,mountain winds would blow through the terrace,carrying the moist scent of plants,gently rocking the hanging chairs in a rhythm.At this moment,there was no hustle and bustle of the city,no pressure of work.Only mountains,clouds,wind and a soul willing to surrender itself to nature.The so-called healing is merely allowing the heart and the scenery to breathe together in such a secluded place.