Tell me about the one whose hometown was demolished.

Every demolition, the news will report the nail house.

Most of the nail houses are elderly people. When it comes to nail households, many people will use inertial thinking to judge, just to get more money.

Not exactly. People in their seventies and eighties have lived in the house all their lives, and there are traces of their lives in it. The older you get, the more nostalgic you are, and the less willing you are to change.

Do you often hear people say that children will take the elderly to live in the city, and the elderly will say, "I am an acquaintance when I go out here, and there is a threshold outside the house, so I will lift my legs." I'm a stranger in this city, so I won't go, but I'm still at home. "

I can understand that my parents just don't want to stay in my house for one more day.

Yes, I am a second generation, but I am a girl. When I came home during my sophomore summer vacation, the sun was so poisonous that I almost swallowed people. I took a taxi from the railway station and paid the fare. I looked up. Where is my home?

At this moment, my mobile phone rang, and my dad called, "Daughter, I forgot to tell you, don't go to the old house, tear it down, you take a taxi to * * *, we live here!"

I hung up the phone, and in the fierce sunshine, through the blue fence, all I saw was ruins, and my tears fell uncontrollably. I dragged my suitcase and walked around the construction site along the fence. I don't know how many times I walked. I want to find something, but what else? Nothing ... was heartbroken for the first time, and it was at this time.

I took a taxi back to my present residence. Go to my room to find my little thing before you come in. I searched all over them, but there was no one.

"Mom, where are the things in my desk?"

"There are too many things, and now the house is not big. Your father won't let me take it! "

"Mom, where is Doudou?"

"Doug moved that day and suddenly disappeared. Your father and I can't find it! "

I can't control my sadness. I shut myself in my room and cried for a long time.

I can't go back to my childhood, but now even my memory doesn't exist and I can't get it back. I don't know how long it took me to accept the reality.

Five years later, we moved into a new house, but I still don't like it.

Because I can't watch cucumbers grow day by day, cherry trees and my peas roll around in the yard.

In summer, you can no longer eat with a small stool in the yard and enjoy the cool.

There was no shouting in the alley, and all the friends rushed out of the house together, playing games that they never tire of playing.

The saddest thing is that the river in front of the house is also regarded as a water system around the city. The water is unfathomable, and old people often fish by the river day and night.

In the past, there were several shallow waters in the river, and the flowing water was covered with pebbles of different shapes. I still remember when I was a child, my friends would pick up thin stones and splash water to see who played more.

I will go barefoot and bend down to find a stone as crystal clear as a gem, and I will have a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. My childhood happiness is as simple as that!

After the demolition, we didn't get rich, and the bungalow became a building, but we lost more.

The location of the building is not the location of the old house. The longer time goes by, the more vague my memory becomes, and I can't even remember a general scene.

Childhood friends grow up, even if they live upstairs and downstairs, they can't meet each other every day. Everyone begins to become strangers, more and more like strangers.

Haha, what is there to envy about such a split second generation?