Wander the streets of crosses

This small city is a name with a lot of history. At the foot of the ancient city, it contains an ancient style name, lingering a period of sad nostalgia. It travels through time and space, accompanied by a romantic beat, slowly floating in the streets, telling the prosperity and luxury of history without hurry.

On the street, pedestrians are sparse, or pedestrians are sparse, or stop at the street to carefully calculate each street. Stop here, quietly look at the hurried pedestrians, the air flows with hurried footsteps, look down and think about what the day said, and who to tell?

I don't know if such a day will also be at a certain moment, when stepping or leisure, will slowly remember the past? I think that in a few years, or when we are on such a street, we can still leisurely and faintly recall all the beautiful pasts we have walked. However, time is always such a citizen, and the citizens are detached here, making time too long, even with a hint of heaviness.

In this small town, there seems to be no bustling bustle of the city, but there is no sadness here. Someone is quiet here, no one here in the afternoon.

Years grow, youth grows, it's a process. In this busy youth, each of us has said that we are a growing child, in fact, I do not know whether I have grown up, I feel that I have just been moving forward, just wandering the cross streets of life, not knowing where to go.