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The house in my hometown
Author: Zhang Shenggao
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A few years ago, during the Spring Festival, I went back to my hometown to visit the graves. I looked at the old house in my hometown, which was in dilapidated condition because no one had lived in it for many years. The roof collapsed, the walls collapsed, weeds grew in front of and behind the house, and the door was locked, making people hiss. The old house is the hard work and savings of my parents’ life! This is also the home where our three sisters grew up together. My father's tomb also lies quietly next to the old house, guarding it.
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It is said that not long after their parents got married, they separated from their uncle and became independent, with two side rooms. Then they expanded it with their own hands and shoulders, brick by brick, and built this home. It was not big or beautiful, but it was a place that could shelter from wind and rain.
Speaking of my hometown, the carefree time I had here as a child pops into my mind. Although the years have taken away the appearance of the old house, it has also left a deep mark on life.
In my memory, I particularly like the patio of the old house, which can bring fresh air and good light. When I see rain dripping from the eaves, I always like to reach out my little hand to catch it and wash my hands at the same time. Those dirty hands and a slap on the ass. When I was a child, I had very little homework. After school, I would put a stool in front of my house, bend over the stool and do my homework, and it would be over in a while. There is also a little yellow dog raised at home. It grew up with me and took me to school every day. My family was very poor at that time, and it was difficult for everyone to have enough food to eat. I would feed the dog as soon as possible, and I was scolded by my mother several times for this. On summer evenings, I like to sit on a small stool and enjoy the cool air on the field, listening with relish to Yaogong and his father telling stories about their adventures when they were young, and also listening to them talk about other random things. Maybe at that time, my heart was yearning for the outside world, and the idea of ??going to the outside world had already sprouted. Now to sum up, what they talked about were basically positive things. It should be said that they laid a solid foundation for my outlook on life and the establishment of values. When I was studying, my cousin-in-law bought a black-and-white TV set in his house, which showed the 1980s version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". There were many viewers, but I rarely visited. Maybe I had already planted the belief in my heart that I wanted to go out. , at that time, studying was the only way out of farming.
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There are still many, many beautiful childhood memories left in the old house.
After that, my brother and I were admitted to college, my sister got married, and the three of us sisters all left our hometown and stayed away from our old house. My parents were also brought to live in the city by my brother, and their living conditions improved a lot. But my father would often go back to his hometown to visit, clean, and drink tea and chat with local friends. Because my father was too tired when he was young, his health was not good. Silicosis, in particular, eventually led to my father passing away from us at the age of 78. In the last two years of his life, he warned us three sisters that if the economic conditions improve in the future, we must go back and rebuild the old house. Because the feng shui there is good and the direction of the door is also good. Actually, I don't really believe this, but I'd better try to fulfill my father's wish. After all, he spent all his efforts for us three sisters. When he was still alive, the last words my father left for me were: "Take me back to my hometown. I must breathe my last breath and be buried in my hometown." Yes, my father’s roots are in his hometown, in that old house. As children, what reason do we have to be dissatisfied?
The year before last, I thought I had made one of the best decisions in my life. I returned to my hometown and rebuilt my old house. The new house is much brighter and more spacious than the old house. The cast-in-place house is very sturdy. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the new house also has a patio. I keep in mind the old saying "water on the eaves, drip by drop", and let God verify it.
My mother is getting older and has suffered two cerebral infarctions. Now she can only sit in a wheelchair. From time to time, she returns to her hometown to visit and stay for a few days. From her smiling face, I could see that she was happy from the bottom of her heart. This is good, better than anything else.
Now when I go back to my hometown, I can see at a glance that the newly built house in my hometown is standing firmly there.
I think that if wars, epidemics, earthquakes, floods and other unpredictable situations occur in the future, my hometown house will be a haven for our whole family.
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