Walking over the City
by Ajian
About This Novel
We always lament that time flies by, but in fact time is like a naughty little girl. No matter whether you sigh or not, she always sticks out her tongue quietly and sneaks past you with an unchanging rhythm. Sometimes, time is like a green train that never ends in the south end of the town, so long that you can never count the number of carriages. Therefore, the image of train is always inseparable from time. The emotions and memories of youth are always green and passionate, which is obviously related to the hormones of adolescence; then, as time goes by, they become sophisticated and old, calm and full of memories, seemingly untroubled. What I want to tell you is about adolescence north of the mountains.
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