I miss the lost time of the old house, the laughter of my childhood and a little sadness in my heart. I seem to hear my grandmother calling my birth name, which is as warm as if it were in my ear.
Missing the old house is a feeling that I can't erase, which makes me stronger and stronger in the tortuous road of life and is also a warm harbor in my life.
The old house is simple and heavy, and I especially miss its warm winter and cool summer. It is permeated with traditional culture, and it is an ancient picture scroll, which I will always miss.
The charm of nostalgic old houses still exists. It's like a warm harbor. Sailing boats often come back to shelter from the wind and rain. My wandering heart is always attached to the landscape of my hometown and this warm old house.
We miss the old house, which is an attachment to childhood rural life, a soft spot for our own land, and a strand of homesickness in our hearts, which contains people's boredom with urban life and attachment to rural life.
The old house spent the best time of my life with me. This is an emotion that I can't give up, and it is also the only place that I have always missed.
The old house has gone through vicissitudes and old weathering, but it is still white and distant. Looking at the streets of my hometown quietly, it is very sticky and thick, which makes people miss it very much.
The old house in my hometown is located in Baishan Heishui for decades. Years are like clouds, passing over white walls and tiles, leaving mottled eyes, and the past is trapped in it, inlaid with yellowed handwriting.
The change of the old house has condensed the hard work of parents all their lives. I miss the warm time with my parents before I left my old house.
The times are progressing, thoughts are sublimating, and the pace of urban-rural integration is accelerating. Maybe I will enter a concentrated residential area in the future. What will never change is my nostalgia for my old house and my long-standing hometown complex!
The old house in my hometown is an endless song, poem, dream and fairy tale. It is like a lucky cloud, floating by the window of memories, around me, standing on the pillow, floating into the dream, which makes me miss it very much.
My heart not only often misses the old house, but also sees my parents and siblings doing housework in the old house; The old house not only recorded my growing years, but also recorded my final destination.
I always want to go back and see the old house, walk the stone bridge that has been old for thousands of years and relive my childhood. Every time I come back, my heart will be more nostalgic. After more than ten years, the old house is still waiting quietly by the water in the ancient town, never leaving, never disturbing.
Miss the old house, just like miss your loved ones, maybe when and where an idea comes to mind, you can't get rid of it.