岁月最是无情。它拥有自己雷打不动的节奏,任凭世人如何挽留,终究要匆匆而去。它对人如此,纵然你青春韶华,终抵不过岁月涂染的飞霜白发;对一座城市亦是如此,无论这座城市曾经发生了多少动人心魄的故事,只要岁月碾过,一切都将随风飘散。我们能够追寻的,或许只有书本中单薄的文字。不过,一些老建筑的存在,让情况有了变化。任何一座建筑,在建造之初,甚至历经百年、千年之后,其存在的主 Years are the most ruthless. It has its own unshakeable rhythm, despite the world how to retain, after all, to go in a hurry. It is so true to man, even if you are young and youthful, and you will end up with the white frown of frost that has been painted for years; for a city, no matter how many touching stories happened in this city, as long as the years run over, everything will Wind drift. We can search, perhaps only the thin text in the book. However, the existence of some old buildings has changed the situation. Any building, at the beginning of construction, even after a hundred years, thousands of years, the existence of the Lord