Guest User
March 27, 2025
The location is convenient and parking is easy. There are many restaurants around, but the toilets are dirty and noisy: just after checking in at night, the wheels of the luggage in the corridor rolled on the ground, and the wheels sounded like a millstone crushing new wheat; the public washing machine was drained and the water was thrown out, roaring like the Yellow River bursting its banks; the water flow suddenly inserted a mobile phone short video divine song, and the suona mixed with electronic music penetrated the wall. After a while, the couple next door began to talk and pant, the bed frame hit the wall like a karakur to urge the flowers to bloom, and the wall lamp trembled, reflecting the broken shadows in the room. ... . . . . I fell asleep, and I heard the music of "Orchid Grass" from the end of the long street, like the sobbing of an ice spring. Suddenly, the sprinkler truck drove slowly, and the neon lights were broken like glass in the mist. Suddenly, I heard a low roar of an engine, as if a giant beast had just woken up and was still gasping for breath. A large truck rumbled past, and its exhaust pipe vibrated like thunder, instantly startling the wild cats and starting to scream. The iron bars shook. I looked up from my sleepy state and it was already dawn.
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