On my first day among the Hakka tulou in the Fujian countryside, I wandered through fields that were not on the tourist maps (if there were maps anyway). 
Shortly after wandering away from the road and the water buffalo that filled it, I came across this dilapidated house. Houses around it were still occupied, but this one had obviously been abandoned for quite some time.
Despite the condition of the house, or maybe because of it, I found it inspiring and beautiful in its own way. Maybe it was because this was the quietest place I found during that trip.
It is beautiful. In decline, but aging gracefully.