1, I remember my grandmother once told me that I was not born yet. She still lives in an old house. The old house is dirty and messy, handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is extremely small, and the family has only one room, where to eat and sleep.
As soon as you enter the room, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right hand side. When I came to the narrow house, I only saw a shabby TV set, a table and some chairs inside. It's really crude.
In my old house, the floor is all paved with bricks, but on the bricks directly under the eaves, you will see that each brick has different water holes.
The thatched cottage is empty. On a smelly and dirty blanket, there is a broken pillow and one or two books with missing pages. Next to the blanket, there is a wooden table with several holes, a bowl with several gaps, two plates covered with residue, and a pair of short and thin chopsticks. There is a cupboard with rotten wood on the right side of the wooden table.
5, shabby mud house, the room is empty, only a small black and white TV, which reads "Donate somewhere".
6. After a while, we came to the little boy's house. The roof of the little boy's house is exposed in the sky and the wall is cracked. The biggest crack was blocked with rags and straw, but cold air could still get in. The rain outside has stopped, but it's still raining inside. There is only one bed, a sewing machine and some old tableware and cooking tools at home.
7. In my old house, the floor is all paved with bricks, but on the bricks directly under the eaves, you will see that each brick has different water holes. How did this happen? It turns out that this is caused by the rain flowing down the eaves every rainy day and dripping on the bricks for a long time. They persevere and concentrate on the same place. How can they not drip from the cracks in the bricks?
8. The old house gave me too much warmth and too much sadness. Now, even if we leave, it won't feel lonely. Because we put tears in the soil and let it taste. We mixed the smiling face into the soil to make it aftertaste. My old house has been watching me grow up, and now my old house is gone, and it has entered my memory with them.
9. An old house by the roadside is exquisite, with a red brick and cement roof and a white one with many exquisite patterns engraved on it.
10, old house, quaint and quiet, long and cordial, quaint and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the cracks of the years, and it is more greasy after being wet by rain.
1 1. We followed my aunt to a shabby old house. There are four or five rooms in a row with two floors. The ground floor room is built with stones nearly 1 m, with earth walls on it. The stone is a little black, and the earth wall is mottled, as if telling the age, and some doors are gone. We climbed the crooked wooden stairs carefully. The walls of the room on the second floor were made of wooden boards and all were black.
12. There are many old houses beside the stone road. There used to be a big market here, but after the market was demolished, few people walked around. The stone road was covered with moss, and the water left by the rain dripped from the eaves, which was slippery and stained the shoes.
13. Walking into Gu Xiang, the roadway paved with pieces of green slate, less than two meters wide, is sandwiched between antique old houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, misty rain haunts it, just like a dream.
14, I saw an old house, an old brick wall covered with carved tiles and withered vines.
15, bypassing the rusty iron fence, there is a big backyard at the end, empty, and the cornices in the corner seem to rot in the next second, only some weeds and wild flowers are still open. The vines are especially green. Climb the wall and stretch hard. Branches and vines wrapped around the cold, spread all over the wall, and stubbornly guarded the yard with their own bodies.
16. Seeing this, I can't help but think of the scene in our old house. There is also a trash can in the small house on the other side of the old house. There are red bricks and white bricks on the trash can. It's clean. Passers-by don't really know it's a trash can without looking carefully. Why is this? Because an old woman cleans the alley every day, the surrounding residents are very conscious. After taking out the garbage, they always put little tiemenguan on the table, which looks tasteless from the outside.
17, the old house in the ancient street still looks like that, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, which are no longer bright, and the bright hall has been woven with cobwebs. If the sun shines through the carved doors and windows on the ground in Tang Ming on a beautiful spring day, you can also see the serene face of the old man, stroll along the street and smell the fragrant sauce.
18 I still remember one noon in summer, I sat barefoot in the crooked neck tree at the head of the village and looked into the distance. In the distance, smoke will rise from my own roof, and it will spread and wrap the roof of the old house. Every time the smell of smoke is the strongest, my grandmother will come out of the door of the old house, take off her apron, rub her dusty hands and stand in front of the door.
19. Walking into Gu Xiang, the roadway paved with pieces of green slate, less than two meters wide, is sandwiched between antique old houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, misty rain haunts it, just like a dream. Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a warm and long-lasting reverie. I wonder how I can get back the time when I peeled off the wall. In the depths of these mottled walls, there must be a long story, either love or hate, or good or resentment, between doors.
20. The old house often leaks rain. When it rains heavily, the water drips, and then the family suffers. Move the bed and take the washbasin. It's very busy.
2 1, I saw a low and shabby old house standing dangerously beside strangers. The kitchen smoke rises from the back of the old house, just like a dancing white silk, slowly climbs to the top of a big tree and wraps it silently.
22. It is exquisite, made of red brick and cement. The roof is white, with many exquisite patterns carved on it. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture in the sun. Autumn is over, and there are many cabbages on the wall. Next to the cabbage are clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats are wandering under the bushes.
Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a warm and long-lasting reverie. I want to know how to pick up the peeling time on the wall.
24. Do you know? The old house, from the moment I can remember, I had a lot of happiness and my life changed a lot. But I can't forget everything about my childhood in the old house! There are five big tile houses. There is a small kitchen in the west of the yard. To the east of the yard is the place where grandpa's best partner lives-the place where mules live. To the south of the yard is the neighbor's house and a low earth wall. Earlier, grandpa liked cleaning the yard best. He swept a lot of dirt in the yard, which is very good. Grandpa loves cleanliness and often cleans the yard. Hehe, but the yard in the village is often rustic, so he often sweeps and sweeps.
25. We moved out of the renovated rental house and rented an old house with brick-concrete structure. There is something wrong with the sewer pipe in the old house. We live on the second floor. The residents on the first floor are all connected to the sewer pipe outside their home, but not on the second floor. So every time the sewer is blocked, it starts from the second floor. When I often go home, I can see a corridor like water curtain cave from a distance. When we open the upstairs door with an umbrella, we can see shoes and daily necessities floating everywhere in the room.
26. The light rain hit the eaves slightly. Looking up, the black tile roof reveals its most beautiful side, bearing the essence of heaven and earth and sliding down the years. The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and quiet, long and cordial, and old and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the cracks of the years, and it is more greasy after being wet by rain. There is a big wooden door in front of the house. I couldn't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door. I want to ring the sleeping Jiangnan. Rows of old houses stand side by side on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they were in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about chess, calligraphy and painting.
27. The old house recorded my childhood and my dreams. I have lived in an old house since I was born. The old house is deep in my memory, full of childhood laughter.
28. My old house is very cold, and now only my grandparents live in it. Because the old house is in the countryside, there are few people and many places, and the neighborhood at home is extremely empty. There is a small vegetable garden in the west of the front and back of the house. There is no noise and pollution in small towns, and there is hard irrigation and nourishment from the river, so this vegetable garden is unique and grows well.
29. The old house in the ancient street remains the same, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, and it is no longer bright. The bright hall has been woven with cobwebs.
30. In Hankou, near Yiyuan Road, Zhongshan Avenue, I thought I saw the Bund complex in Shanghai a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Republic of China, with brick and wood structure, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors and extremely strong.
3 1. Many houses are built with tiles, grass and stones. There is only a small black and white TV set at home, and the TV images are very colorful. There are only a few shabby old wooden beds in each room.
After years of baptism, this old house has carved deep wrinkles on its face.
33. After leaving my old house for a long time, Mody suddenly found that his childhood memories that he had forgotten inadvertently came to mind, and the title page of the memory was so transparent. What surprises me even more is that the old house is beautiful, with a strong beauty of ancient rhyme and a mellow beauty like the burning of old wine. The old house contains a century's trauma, continues the unchanging spirit of a nation, and there is something in our soul. Only when I saw the old house did I know that it was the blood of the Chinese people. It is the soul of China for 5,000 years. After vicissitudes of life, the pulse is still beating. China's spirit is not old, but things have changed. China and Chinese spirits coexist!
34. The attic of the old house is still there, but it's all empty. The box in the corner, its belly is also bright and tattered, and it always falls asleep on the ground.
35. This room is separated by an iron fence, where the little grandmother lives and there are some things that are convenient to take and put. The room was dark in the lake, and the light refracted from between the door panels, forming a small light spot on the wall and the ground, and many dust jumped up and down in this light spot. At that time, the Federation of Trade Unions lamented in their hearts.
36. There are many old houses beside the stone road. There used to be a big market here, but after the market was demolished, few people walked around. The stone road was covered with moss, and the water left by the rain dripped from the eaves, which was slippery and stained the shoes. So, I speed up again, trying to get rid of the shackles of this alley.
37. When I was an old house, the house often leaked rain. When it rains heavily, water drips downwards. There was a disaster at home at that time. Moving the bed and carrying the washbasin are all busy.
38. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade and presents a beautiful picture in the sun. Autumn is over and there are many cabbages on the wall. Next to the cabbage are clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats are wandering under the bushes.
Although it is daytime, the light in this old house is surprisingly dim. Under the irradiation of flashlight, the pattern on the corridor wall revealed its true colors.
40. You see, some houses are made of rosewood, and the houses are finely carved. When you step into the inner hall, you will smell the fragrance of rosewood, and some eaves are slightly worn out, as if to tell people that they have a long history.
4 1. The old house here refers to the ancient houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical architectural style of Huizhou school, characterized by tile, powder wall and horse head wall, decorated with brick carving, wood carving and stone carving, and characterized by high buildings, deep wells and halls, which embodies the mountain style, geomantic will and regional aesthetic tendency of ancient Huizhou.
42. There is a big stone in front of the old house, which may be the brand left by the last ice age. It is rooted here. In the middle of a field, villagers often light a few sticks of incense to show their respect, while urchins like to climb it and repeat the best memories from generation to generation. Even though there are paddy fields full of water all around, the children still don't give up and bravely climb up from the nearest end, even if it is slightly steep, I don't know.
43. In my previous hometown, I lived in bungalows, and some people lived in straw houses. These short houses are dilapidated. When winter comes, the cold wind blows in, as cold as an ice room. Few people live in brick houses, and the black smoke from the roof hangs over the sky, making people breathless.
44. The furnishings of the shack are simple, with only one single bed. A small cupboard. And a wheelchair.
I remember my grandmother once told me that I was not born yet. She still lives in an old house. The old house is dirty and messy, handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is very small. The family had only one room, a place to eat and sleep. At that time, there was no electricity, only oil lamps, although it was dark day and night.
46. In Hankou, near Yiyuan Road, Zhongshan Avenue, I thought I saw the Bund buildings in Shanghai a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Republic of China, with brick and wood structure, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors and extremely strong.
47. In a house rented by a very humble farmer, there lived a teenager. His room is very humble, with only necessary daily necessities. Apart from a spacious bed, the only valuable thing is the worn-out computer in front of his window.
48. When I look at it more carefully, it looks even more vicissitudes. The rusty iron fence seems to peel off at the slightest touch. The white walls are already yellow and black. Standing in this familiar corner always brings back memories of the past.
49. There is a big wooden door in front of the house. I couldn't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door. I want to ring the sleeping Jiangnan. Rows of old houses stand side by side on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they were in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about chess, calligraphy and painting.
Grandpa used to guard the old house. He likes to sit at the door and smoke one cigarette after another. And every time he choked, his face turned red. Let me rub his back quickly. This scene has been repeated for several years. In my impression, the sunset in front of the old house fell and rose, and fell and fell. Inadvertently, grandpa disappeared. The door of the old house creaked in the wind, and there was only a sad heartache. After all, there is no one sitting in front of the old house.
5 1, rural areas used to be adobe houses. Adobe houses have low safety and are easy to collapse, and the soil inside is easy to fall off. The worst thing is that it rains. Some houses have heavy rain outside and light rain inside.
52. Later, she moved to a new house, but grandma insisted on living in that old house. She didn't explain, just sat in silence like grandpa, and no one could disobey her. But a little more sensible, I think, the door of this old house carries too much. When I come home from school, I like doing my homework on the small bench in front of the old house. On the one hand, it's quiet there. On the other hand, I can stay with my grandmother. Grandma likes to nag about the past that I am curious about. Occasionally, old women in twos and threes gather at the door of the old house to talk about who will be buried first. As usual, it is like pulling a family. But occasionally I heard grandma complain that the bad old man went too early.
I heard from my father that my hometown used to be poor. People live in dilapidated thatched houses and dilapidated tile houses, and tiles are everywhere on the roof. Some are good, some are bad. When it rains, there are raindrops everywhere in the house.
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