Remember good old days

I was born in a small but historic city. At that time, our city was completely traditional and houses with mud and bricks and a very interesting architecture.

Our old house had a room called a basin and a room called a windbreak. With this type of building, we did not feel the summer heat. The large courtyard was filled with a special tree to the house.

Today, my friend sent me a beautiful photo of the monument near the school of high school.
We walked away from this old building everyday, but we did not notice the beauty of it.

Now, after several decades, everything has changed, and most of those beautiful buildings have been replaced with iron and stone buildings, and of course, some of the old city's texture is also a museum of historical monuments.

Remember the good times of goodness.