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这座城既随着秒针的动作而时刻变化着世相,又在时间的沉淀中让我们触摸到城市的皮肤和温度。一条老得看不出肌理的胡同,一条沧桑看不出轮廓的街道,一面长满了青苔看不出岁月的灰墙,一片低调得隐匿在鳞次高楼之下的灰瓦,都在诉说着时间。
As the second hand moves in this city, the world changes from moment to moment, and in time, let us touch the city’s skin and temperature. An old can not see the texture of the alley, a vicissitudes can not see the outline of the street, covered with a moss can not see the years of gray walls, a low-key hiding in the shingle under the tall gray tiles, are complaining time.