A nigh**are.
Arrived around 6 o'clock in the evening, probably only me and another guest, the time was peaceful. Send a message to a friend: I found a great youth hostel, what a quiet little hotel, with a basketball court and a football field, and the scenery is also great. At ten o'clock, heaven closes and nigh**ares come. A group of self-driving guests arrived like locusts and occupied the whole house. Then it’s their turn to perform: the upside-down and crackling drunk; the child who ran up and down the corridor to play games in the middle of the night with his voice up to 120 decibels; and used his loud voice as a green communication tool when he returned to the room. The mothers who communicated with their companions in several rooms...the overbearing things, they lasted until 3:30 in the morning (Yes! Yes! This group of children and adults were hilarious until 3:30 in the morning!), then, then , An hour ago! They woke up after eight o'clock in the morning! ! ! Then the whole building is boiling again! ! ! What's more overbearing is that the hotel did not stop or remind during the whole process. After giving feedback to Ctrip, the staff of Ctrip called to ask for interference, no! Have! people! catch! Electricity! talk!
The nigh**are is over, you have won. After writing this paragraph in bed, I give up and I go.
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