In a small town in Denmark, there is an old house. It is extremely old, so old that the walls are covered with the marks of time, just like an old man full of wrinkles. This old house stands there quietly, watching the people in the town come and go, generation after generation.
It has witnessed children laughing and playing in the street, growing from little kids to energetic teenagers, and then leaving the town with their dreams. It has also seen young couples walking hand in hand. Under its gaze, their love is like the blooming flowers in the town, delicate and beautiful.
There lives a family in the old house. There are father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and lovely children. The furniture in the house is very old, but each piece is full of memories. That old wooden table has countless scratches on it, which were the marks carved by the naughty children when they were young. The family sits around the table, sharing the interesting things of the day, and the laughter echoes in the old house. The old house is like a kind - hearted elder, silently guarding this family, sheltering them from the wind and rain.
The old house also has a beautiful garden. All kinds of flowers are planted in the garden. In spring, the flowers compete to bloom. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like rosy clouds, and the white ones are like snow. The children run merrily in the garden, chasing those colorful butterflies. They play among the flowers, and sometimes accidentally knock down a few small flowers, but the flowers don't seem to mind and still sway gracefully in the wind. The old house looks at all these in the garden and feels full of vitality itself.
As time goes by, the town begins to change. New buildings rise up one after another, and the roads become wider. Cars have replaced the former carriages, and people's dressing styles become more fashionable. The old house doesn't have too many emotions when looking at all the changes around it. It still stands firmly there. Although it seems out of place compared with those brand - new buildings around it, it knows that it bears the memories of the town and is an inalienable part of this town.
One day, some workers come to the front of the old house. They are not here to demolish the old house, but to restore it. It turns out that the people in the town have realized the importance of the old house, and they have decided to make the old house rejuvenate. The workers carefully replace the broken bricks and mend the holes in the roof. The old house feels the love from people, and each of its stones and each of its wooden parts seem to tremble slightly, as if expressing gratitude.
After a period of restoration, the old house takes on a new look. The walls are repainted, and the tiles on the roof become neat. It is no longer that dilapidated old house, but has become a unique scenery in the town. Birds build their nests on its roof, as if also cheering for the new life of the old house. The old house continues to stand there, with its memories, greeting the new years and continuing to witness the stories of the town.
