Will feng shui change after the translation of rural wooden houses?

Years, every minute mottles my heart. Through the gap of time, I saw the shadows scattered all over the place. The old house with blue bricks and gray tiles was forgotten by time, and it looked dim and old in loneliness. The paint on the porch window never noticed when it lost its color. Although the story in the old house is vivid, the protagonist of the story has changed. In my sigh, my thoughts are a little warmer, but a little less enthusiastic. Only in my memory, the shyness of the girl smiling by the door is still moving.