Not as old as me,
It's just that it was made by my father.
I have been sitting in my hometown, waiting for me to go back and have a look!
This old house is beautiful, with blue bricks and tiles.
There are yards in front of and behind the door.
It was my dad's idea that I could go home in the future.
There are Toona sinensis trees in the yard.
Unlike the acacia tree that grandpa once planted,
The crown is not big,
It is my father's blessing to me and the future!
Over the years, because I was too busy,
I just think about it a lot,
I haven't been back a few times,
I also work hard to get a better house.
Compared with the luxury, comfort and modernization of the past,
Save it for later, if you need it,
Maybe it's just another idea. ...
Generation after generation,
We may not all abide by it,
The trajectory that the predecessors preset for us,
Only by thinking about it, observing it,
Soothe our tortuous floating life!