Xinqingpengpai
September 16, 2024
Carrying all the travel dust, I came to Dunhuang, the Buddhist country, from a seaside city thousands of miles away, and stayed in a hotel named after a city. The arrogance and dazzle of the lobby and the moment you enter the room create a gap like a drop from the top of Qilian Mountain. The dirty carpet seemed to be covered with thousands of years of sand and dust from Mingsha Mountain, making people unable to bear to lift their legs. The mottled toilet seat is like the ancient murals of Mogao Grottoes, making people uncomfortable. The parchment-like shower curtain mixed with the shower and bathtub, even with a non-slip mat, tested my muscles in the days to come. When I went out the next day, I asked the front desk if I could get two bottles of water. The front desk's face looked as cold as the Bodhisattva of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he told me that the water was brought into the room by the waiter who brought two bottles of water on demand every day. Oh my God, I stayed here for three days in a row, even if I made a phone call or moved my noble body to help me get it, wouldn’t it work? Thanks to Dunhuang City Cultural Tourism for sparing no effort in publicity, the beautiful northwest scenery and a large number of tourists have extended the life of this hotel. I hope the hotel management can improve the hardware conditions of this hotel, for no other reason than that it is a city named after the city. hotel!
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