This old house with a history of more than a hundred years is the hometown where I was born and raised.
More than ten large and small patios provide warm sunshine in the morning and starlight in the evening.
The eight-character door leads to the neighborhood, where you can enjoy fragrant tea and soup.
Although it has become stronger over time, the carved beams and painted buildings, the beauty has not changed, and it has an antique look.
Once upon a time, more than 20 simple households lived and worked here. In this ancient house with a population of over a hundred people, modesty and etiquette are paramount.
The old people are either waving cattail fans or sitting around the stove, gossiping about mulberry trees and asking questions;
Young people go out early and come back late, busy in the fields, doing farm work;
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Children are either chasing and playing, or they are scholarly and full of energy.
I miss the spring rain here, the summer wind, the refreshing autumn and the winter frost...
I miss the morning sun here, the twinkling stars and the moon at night...
I miss the smoke from the cooking pots and the wind blowing the rice waves...
I miss the clear blue sky and the fragrance of birds and flowers...
Today
Historical The wheel has rolled over this village, and the wanderers have left their hometowns, leaving only the empty nesters, guarding their empty houses...
Today
Only the Spring Festival is still a little lively here, with the The splendor and light of fireworks...
The misery and hesitation of my hometown, and I leave some thoughts with a pen...