Gongchanzhuyijiebanren
December 16, 2024
How to put it, I think it may be the begonia flower that stays awake at three in the morning, the only rose in the world, the forty-four sunsets in one day, the Klein blue under the eyes, and the endless white snow. The sunflower is the heart of 21 grams, the last ray of wind in midsummer, every glance in the crowd of people for ten thousand years, the nostalgia in the eyes when love is burning, and the heart that still beats for love even if time stops. The heart is the romantic ending of every turn, the adoration and fanaticism, the loneliness and snooping, the loneliness and desolation, the love and intoxication, the madness and publicity. Although I can speak well, I still can't find the most perfect words when I see you. To describe it with words, thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence: the lady at the front desk is kind-hearted!
But having said that, the room is really great. It was a comfortable stay. It completely exceeded expectations. I just forgot to take pictures. I will stay there next time.
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