The easter eggs of the inn are in the four guestbooks here. Ask the boss, one or two people will write something.
I turned it over, some were writing poems, some were painting, some were writing seals, and some were thinking about it.
What kind of experience is it to stay here for a long time? The answer is, the sky is light and the mountains are beautiful, the clouds are shadowed in the sky, and the sun sets in the long clouds. Occasionally, the wine table is happy and enmity, and the script* always makes a scene.
Every morning I get up early or late every morning (the table is thrown!) The air conditioner blows up and people crack. Luka, the stinky cat in the yard, never gives me a good face. Every day, I didn’t wash my face and wandered out to the toilet, socially dead, the little eDonkey had to numb his butt, and the people in front continued to think about it. The green floor mat of the obsessive straight man of the big yard boss makes people crack.
But why should I stay so long? I have been asking myself this question.
Maybe it’s because Brother Gang’s meal is really delicious, and a large plate of garlic vermicelli shrimp is really my heart’s favorite; maybe it’s because other silly volunteers talk about each other with me every day, making people dizzy. There is no way to make a sensible decision.
Maybe it’s because of the long sunsets every day, drag a little eDonkey out of the wild wind, the watermelon fried ice at the intersection is 9 yuan, and I will leave a meal for me when I go home. On some very random nights, everyone closes the shop, and bluffs, skates, watches the stars, plays Lin Zixiang’s "Twelve Inches" very loudly, and then sings a cracked Cantonese song together. .
In the world of life, for a moment or two, I feel like a guest from a long journey.
I don’t know if the people on the guestbook have also got what they wanted. Where are you now and when will you come again.
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