"The textile mill is here, the textile mill is here, get off quick!" The ticket seller roared at the top of his lungs from inside the train carriage.,It was early spring, the weather was mild, and willow trees by the roadside had just sprouted fresh green buds. A few sparrows chirped on the branches, making everything seem so lively.,The capital city of the 1960s was nowhere near as colorful, bustling with traffic, and glittering as it is in later times.。