When I set foot on the land of my hometown, I came to the old house where my parents lived full of sadness and nostalgia. The traces of time are clearly visible on it. The mottled walls and dilapidated doors and windows seem to tell stories of the past. My parents are no longer here, and their loss will always be painful in my heart. Now, I am back here and decided to renovate this old house, hoping to breathe new life into it and find a place for my memory. When I walked into the house, the laughter of the past seemed to still be ringing in my ears, but the emptiness and silence before me made me burst into tears. I slowly stroked the wall, feeling the warmth left by my parents. Every brick and every corner carries memories of my childhood. I spent countless happy days in this house, but now, only memories remain. I will continue to protect our memories here and let my parents' love continue here forever.
15 апр 2024