So at that time, because of the warm memories of the old house and the company of my friends, I spent a pleasant time in elementary school and junior high school. Maybe things will grow old at a cert

So at that time, because of the warm memories of the old house and the company of my friends, I spent a pleasant time in elementary school and junior high school. Maybe things will grow old at a certain time, and you will always hear the cry of the old house in the depths of time. Maybe it is afraid that it will not be with us for long, especially when it rains. , the raindrops passed through its body and mind, fell on us, wet us, and hurt its heart even more. Its powerlessness was so obvious on it. The old house in the wind and rain was so depressed and thin, my parents were afraid The dilapidated old house could not protect us, so when I was in the third grade of junior high school, I came back to build a house.

Perhaps the old house has always been dedicated to itself. Even when it is old, it is donating its own bricks and tiles. Maybe it knows that it will not be with them for long, so it hopes to inject its own blood into it. The new house will continue to accompany us. Maybe my parents, maybe in order to allow us to find a trace of the old house in the new house, maybe to save some costs, so they demolished the things in the old house as much as possible, so then The old house at that time was demolished in pieces. Some bricks and tiles fell down, lying on the ground haggardly and peacefully, as if waiting for a baptism of time, and some were in a state of unfulfilled desire. In the middle, it seems that he is holding on to his last lifeline, breathing the air desperately, and flaunting his life to his heart's content. Some are still very quiet and calm in time and space, swaying with the scenery. Perhaps because they know that their bricks and mortar have entered the new house, they feel that they can find the meaning of their existence in them.

Immediately afterwards, we entered the new house. The big, beautiful and spacious new house did not cause us much joy, but the old house that accompanied us gave us a faint feeling of nostalgia in our hearts. , I remember when I first moved in, I would look back at the old house a few times, crying while looking back. To be honest, I was really reluctant to let go. My grandfather had just passed away at that time, and my parents had to go back to work after building the house. My brother and I are the only two people at home. In this new house, although the new house is beautiful and spacious, it cannot fill my thirsty heart for warmth, because everything around us is really unfamiliar to us, and there are endless fields behind it. There is an empty house next to me, and there is no one around. Sometimes, I feel scared when I sleep at home. I feel that nothing in this new house belongs to me. I search desperately in the air for the warm messages of the past, but all that comes back to me is A hollow echo.

We know that now means that nothing is gone, everything is gone, the warm atmosphere of mom and dad is gone, childhood play is accompanied by distance, and we no longer play together, and we can only play with each other. We would only get together during the holidays when we were young. Later, as our studies increased, we had less time to play.

Leaving the old house means that everything has changed, especially the warm scenes with my parents, which are all in the old house. Every time my brother will say, sister, I don’t want to stay in this new house. , I just want to stay in the old house. The new house is really too strange and deserted for me. Every time I come back from school, there is only one person and no one around. They all go out to work. I am afraid of being alone at home. Every time late at night I wake up with a fright.

Later, the surrounding neighbors slowly built houses in other places, and they moved out one after another. Therefore, the old houses were surrounded by lonely houses that stood in time. As the years passed, As time goes by, the old house becomes even more lonely, and our childhood playmates gradually become strangers as the distance goes by. Sometimes when we get together again, we always feel that something is missing. Maybe we left the old house. , meaning everything has changed.

Now that I have grown up, I go back every year to look at that house to see what it has become. Every time I look at it for a long time before leaving, the old house carries me. There are so many memories. As long as they exist, I will be able to look for the scents that once existed and scattered in the air. Just as I am reluctant to leave it, it is also reluctant to leave us. Although it has been covered by many traces of time after so many years, it still seems to use its last breath to call and refuse to leave.