An old house bearing endless warmth
My father sold it to the neighbors of the old house at a low price.
In order to raise enough funds.
Go to town and buy a room without a local accent.
Brick-and-concrete houses without smoke.
The old house had to be renamed.
Every time I go back to my hometown
I can only take a sneak peek.
In the new house built by the little village head
Unfamiliar kitchen smoke wafted out.
Confused by my hurried middle age.
Always unwilling to face it
The fate of the old house was changed.
Going back to the village where I was born and raised again and again.
Always looking at the village head entangled in dreams.
Before you know it, you will walk to the old house.
Even though I often face it.
A shiny black courtyard door lock
Lock me out of the yard.
Even in the yard, everyone knows.
Locked my childhood.
I can only wander outside the old house.
The courtyard wall is very high.
Those earthy foundations that exude local flavor.
It has long been replaced by fashionable red bricks.
You can vaguely see that I often climb mountains. That mulberry tree.
Can't hold the branches and leaves of the cloud, and it's senile.
Swing in the wind
Next to a row of fir trees, it is already towering.
wag one's head—look pleased with oneself
I saw the new owner who came back from going out in the distance.
I ran away like a thief.
Even this land nurtured my childhood.
Even the shadow left just now
It takes good care of it.
But I was captured by vanity.
Or can we just stay away?
Pay attention to the world again and again, far away.
My old house forever.