Going back to the old house reminds me of my childhood.

1, back to the old house, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling came to mind. Everything here is like an ancient clock, quietly recording the passage of time. I walked past the old wooden door, and a familiar and unfamiliar smell came to my face. This is the smell of childhood, the faint smell of wood and paint, and the unique smell of old houses.

I looked around, and those familiar and ancient furniture were quietly placed there, as if time had stood still at this moment. I walked to the old table with a wooden stool for my homework when I was a child. I sat down, and a faint woody smell lingered on the tip of my nose, reminding me of my childhood.