River Itchen
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The one who wrote the following sketch claims that his mastery of English is better than most of the native speakers of English, like Hemingway, David Hawkes. He is only second to Jane Austen and Charles Dickens. Not a native speaker of English, I don't know whether this piece of writing sounds natural to native speakers, and whether his phrasing is native-like. The author's name is "Nicholas 冰原贵公子"， and the link is https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/U707T25rce9_xwHnwhch6g. Can any native speakers please take a look at the text below?
On a narrow street like a passageway with silver street-lights all along illuminating it, forming a silver thread fringing it, which was composed of either straight or curvy stretches leading to no visible end, a driverless crimson car which was so prominently seen from a distance was bowling for its temporary destination where from the car shambled out an elderly man with another man much younger walking slowly in his wake so that the latter could keep pace with the former. Without bidding farewell to the vehicle, in the direction of so close a place of a short building, save which it was in pitch-darkness, the two men were walking. The building dimly illuminated was as if welcoming every visitor of the late night and had it had a pair of hands, it would've already reached out to give each visitor a warm welcome of an embrace. The elderly man walked more and more slowly with each pace and spurned the help of the other to make his pace faster. Quite a few moments later, they entered the building whose inside was also dimly illuminated weirdly by luminous paint on the walls all around. Gradually, spread into their ears were people's sounds of incessant groans and moans; whimpers and sobs; cries and complaints, which should've frightened the two new visitors; regardless of which, they inched upstairs on a superannuated flight of wooden steps to the first floor as creaks did not draw to an end until they were off the flight and the situation there was even worse than that of the ground floor. The elderly man took a seat as if he was summoned by such an inanimate item and the other had to take a seat right next to his. A plastic bottle which resembled a dead man's head stuck out an extremely long and thin tongue from its head and once the tip of it touched a veinous hand of this senior man, he turned motionless and half-asleep.
On a narrow street like a passageway with silver street-lights all along illuminating it, forming a silver thread fringing it, which was composed of either straight or curvy stretches leading to no visible end, a driverless crimson car which was so prominently seen from a distance was bowling for its temporary destination where from the car shambled out an elderly man with another man much younger walking slowly in his wake so that the latter could keep pace with the former. Without bidding farewell to the vehicle, in the direction of so close a place of a short building, save which it was in pitch-darkness, the two men were walking. The building dimly illuminated was as if welcoming every visitor of the late night and had it had a pair of hands, it would've already reached out to give each visitor a warm welcome of an embrace. The elderly man walked more and more slowly with each pace and spurned the help of the other to make his pace faster. Quite a few moments later, they entered the building whose inside was also dimly illuminated weirdly by luminous paint on the walls all around. Gradually, spread into their ears were people's sounds of incessant groans and moans; whimpers and sobs; cries and complaints, which should've frightened the two new visitors; regardless of which, they inched upstairs on a superannuated flight of wooden steps to the first floor as creaks did not draw to an end until they were off the flight and the situation there was even worse than that of the ground floor. The elderly man took a seat as if he was summoned by such an inanimate item and the other had to take a seat right next to his. A plastic bottle which resembled a dead man's head stuck out an extremely long and thin tongue from its head and once the tip of it touched a veinous hand of this senior man, he turned motionless and half-asleep.
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