Hotel Indigo Jiuzhai | Riding White Horses into Summer’s Emerald Verse

When urban heatwaves suffocate with anxiety, I found a flowing poem in Geza Ranch—the hidden garden of Jiuzhaigou. The moment I donned Tibetan robes, it was as if I’d unlocked a portal to a mystic world. Silk and beads shimmered under the sun, weaving together with emerald meadows and ink-washed distant mountains into a living oil painting. As my fingertips brushed the horse’s mane, its warm breath grazed my palm—a whisper of the grasslands’ millennia-old tales. Hooves tapped the earth’s rhythm as I mounted the saddle. The wind rushed past my ears, carrying the sweetness of wild grass and blooms, while snow-capped peaks flickered in the distance like a mirage from Tao Yuanming’s Peach Blossom Spring. There was no need to steer; I let the horse guide me leisurely, watching clouds drift shadows across the pasture as time softened into languid stretches. When I patted its neck and met its gaze, those clear eyes mirrored the entire sky. If you, too, yearn to escape the clamor, come here—be a child of the grasslands for a day. Let hoofbeats shatter your worries, let mountain winds carry away your weariness, and in this verdant poetry, write your own romance.#hotel indigo jiuzhai #jiuzhaigou #localguides #familytrip #hotelindigojiuzhai