This is a northern town beside the railway. A railway track nails it to the back of the times. The roar of the train brings the sound of wind, dust and news. The story takes place around the 20th year of the Republic of China, where local powerful people, businessmen, teachers, journalists, soldiers and bandits are intertwined with ordinary people. Gu Qinghe, the telegraph operator at Puchuan Town Station, with the smoke of electric keys in his mouth, and the pain of family and the sting of the times hidden in the corners of his eyes; his wife Su Huai, who does needlework to support the family, has a rigorous tone but a soft heart; Lin Youjun, a primary school teacher who came to the north from the south, harbors ideals and doubts; Liang Jinglan, who has returned from Japan , a young businessman who was planning to run a cotton mill, with polite words on his lips, but a heavy ledger under his feet; Han Eryong, a bandit from the mountains, turned around and put on a military uniform, with scars and old grudges still on his back; Cheng Wanqiu, a female newspaperwoman who escaped from the provincial capital, had snow in her eyes, and held a piece of paper that was gradually yellowing in her hand.
In an era of alternating war and peace, they struggled to move forward between late snow and overripe wheat. The world at the end of the railway track is changing every moment. Some people are trying to join the wave, while others just want to protect the light. Each character has his or her own buried secrets and forced choices. The kite flies into the sky, but the thread is held in the hand; the train keeps running, but the track is engraved with the direction. Love, hate, loyalty, and betrayal all leave their mark on the roller of time. This novel does not talk about fantasy and bizarreness, but only uses human shoulders and breath to carry the weight of history. Through thin stitches and the wind in the wilderness, it stitches the cracks in the four seasons of a town, asking what is life and what is life in such a time.