After I left that house where singing and dancing took place, I seldom went back. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I didn't have the chance. I have lived in many houses in the city, and they no longer have the same feeling as the original loess house. The whistle outside the house can never be compared to the rhinoceros cry of cicadas in the afternoon, and the carbon dioxide in the house can never be compared to the flying dust raised by the sunlight.
I don't know how many houses I will change to in the next few decades of my life, but I know that none of them will be as happy as the original loess house.
Concept: Memories of that house in childhood