1. I remember my grandmother once said to me that she still lived in an old house before I was born. The old house was dirty and messy, and it was passed down from generation to generation. But the room layout is extremely small. There is only one room for the family, where they eat and sleep.
2. As soon as you enter the house, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right hand side. When I arrived at the small house, I only saw a shabby TV set, a table and a few chairs inside. It was really shabby.
3. The floors of my old house are all paved with bricks, but on the bricks directly facing the eaves, you will see water holes with different depths on each brick. .
4. The thatched house was empty. There was a torn pillow and one or two books with pages missing on a smelly and dirty blanket. Next to the blanket was a book with several holes in it. There was a wooden table with a broken bowl with several chips on it, two plates covered with debris and a pair of short and thin chopsticks. To the right of the wooden table is a cabinet with rotten wood.
5. A dilapidated mud and thatched house, empty except for a small black and white TV with the words "Donate to a certain place" on it.
6. After a while, we arrived at the little boy’s house. The roof of the little boy’s house was exposed to the sky, and the walls had cracks. The biggest cracks had been blocked with rags and straw. , but the cold wind can still get in. The rain outside has stopped, but it is still raining inside the house. There is only a bed, a sewing machine and some old tableware and cooking tools.
7. The floors of my old house are all paved with bricks, but on the bricks directly facing the eaves, you will see water holes with different depths on each brick. , how did this form? It turns out that this is caused by the rainwater flowing down the eaves and dripping on the bricks for a long time on rainy days. They are persistent and concentrated on the same place. How can they not penetrate 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 seep our tears into the soil and let it taste. We mixed the smiling faces into the soil and let it be remembered. The old house has been watching me grow up. Now that the old house is gone, together with them, it has entered my memory.
9. An old house next to the road is very exquisite, built of red bricks and cement, with a white roof and many exquisite patterns carved on it.
10. The old house is simple and quiet, long-standing and friendly, ancient and gentle. The cracks of age are carved on the colorful white wall, which becomes extremely smooth after being wetted by rain.
11. We followed our aunt to a dilapidated old house with four or five rooms in a row and two floors. The rooms on the ground floor were built with stones for nearly 1 meter and were covered with earthen walls. , the stone has turned a bit black, the earthen walls are mottled, as if telling the story of the age, and some of the doors are gone. We carefully climbed up the crooked wooden stairs. The walls of the room on the second floor were made of wooden boards and were all black.
12. There are densely packed old houses along the stone road. This used to be a big market, but later the market was demolished and few people walked around. The stone pavement was covered with moss, and the stagnant water left by the rain dripped from the eaves drop by drop. It was very slippery to walk on, and the shoes were covered with mud.
13. Walking into the ancient alley, the alleyway is paved with bluestone slabs, less than two meters wide, sandwiched between quaint old houses on both sides. Because you can’t see the end around the corner, it feels like a dream under the mist and rain. .
14. I saw an old house, an ancient brick wall, covered with patterned wall bricks and withered creeping plants.
15. Walking around the rusty iron fence, at the end is the large backyard. It is empty. The cornices in the corners seem to be rotting in the next second. Only some weeds and wild flowers are still blooming. The climbing plants look particularly green, climbing up the wall and stretching hard. The branches and vines are entwined with the coldness and spread all over the wall. They stubbornly guard the yard with their own bodies.
16. Seeing these, I couldn’t help but think of the scene over there in our old house. There is also a garbage can in the small house next to the old house. The garbage can is made of red bricks on the top and white bricks on the bottom. It is so clean that people passing by would not know it is a garbage can unless they look carefully.
Why is this? Because there is an old lady there who cleans the small alley every day, and the surrounding residents are very conscious. After taking out the garbage, they close the small iron door every time, and there is no smell from the outside.
17. The old houses in the ancient streets still maintain their appearance, but the cracks have climbed up to the carved doors and windows. The carved doors and windows are no longer bright, and the bright halls have been woven with spider webs. If it is a bright spring day, the sunlight shines through the carved doors and windows and reflects on the floor of the Mingtang. You can also catch a glimpse of the old man's peaceful face. When walking on the street, you can also smell the fragrant fragrance of sauce.
18. I still remember that every summer noon, I would sit with my bare feet on the crooked tree at the head of the village and look into the distance. There would be curls of smoke rising from the house, and the smoke would spread out and wrap the entire roof of the old house. Whenever the smoke was at its thickest, grandma would walk out from the door of the old house, take off her apron, and rub her hands covered in ashes. , standing on the front steps, calling my name at the top of his voice.
19. Walking into the ancient alley, the alleyway is paved with bluestone slabs, less than two meters wide, sandwiched between the antique old houses on both sides. Because you can’t see the end around the corner, it feels like a dream under the mist and rain. . The row upon row of old houses have long been corroded by wind and rain and have lost their bright colors, leaving only a wisp of warmth for people to imagine. How can the time peeled off the walls be picked up again? Deep in these mottled city walls, there must be long-standing stories between the eaves and doors, whether they are love or hate, or gratitude or resentment.
20. The old house often leaks. When there is a heavy rain, the water drips down, and the house is hit by a disaster at that time. Those who move the bed move the bed, and those who carry the washbasin take the washbasin. Very busy.
21. I saw a low and dilapidated old house standing precariously beside the road. Smoke curled up from the back of the old house, like a continuously dancing white damask, slowly climbing up the road. The top of a tall tree enveloped it silently.
22. It is very exquisite, built of red bricks and cement, with a white roof and many exquisite patterns carved on it. Seen from a distance, the old house flickers in and out under the shade of the trees, presenting a beautiful picture under the sunlight. It was late autumn, and there were a lot of Chinese cabbage growing beside the wall. Next to the cabbage were clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats were wandering under the shrubs.
23. The rows upon rows of old houses have long been corroded by wind and rain and have lost their bright colors, leaving only a ray of warmth and long history for people to daydream about. I wonder how the time peeled off the walls can be picked up again.
24. Do you know? In my old house, from the time I can remember to now, I have been very happy and my life has changed a lot. But I can never forget everything about my childhood in the old house! There are five large tile-roofed houses. There is a small kitchen on the west side of the yard. On the east side of the yard is where grandpa’s best friend lives - the mule. On the south side of the yard is the neighbor’s house and a short piece of earth. wall. In the early days, grandpa liked to clean the yard the most. He swept away a lot of soil in the yard, which was very low. Grandpa loves cleanliness and often sweeps the yard. Haha, but the yards in the village are often soiled, so he sweeps them frequently.
25. We moved out of the well-renovated rental house and rented an old brick-concrete house. There was a problem with the sewer pipes in the old house. We lived on the second floor. The residents on the first floor all had sewer pipes connected to their homes, but the second floor couldn't connect to them. So every time the sewer pipes got clogged, it started on the second floor. Often when we go home, we see the corridor like a water curtain hole from a distance. When we go upstairs and open the door with an umbrella, we see shoes and daily necessities floating around the house.
26. The light rain fell lightly on the eaves. Looking up, the black tile roof reveals its most beautiful side, carrying the essence of heaven and earth, sliding down bits and pieces of time. The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and quiet, long-standing and friendly, ancient and gentle. The cracks of age are carved on the beautiful white walls of the years, which become extremely smooth after being wetted by the rain. There is a heavy wooden door in front of the house. I knocked on the smooth copper ring involuntarily, trying to knock the sound of the sleeping Jiangnan. Rows of old houses lined up on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere made people feel like Immerse yourself in the ancient times hundreds of years ago, drink a pot of fragrant tea, laugh and talk about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
27. The old house records my childhood and my dreams. I have lived in an old house since I was born. The old house is deep in my memory. It is full of laughter and laughter since I was a child.
28. My old house is very cold. Now only grandma and grandpa live in it.
Because the old house is in a rural area with fewer people and more land, the area around my home is extremely empty. There is a small vegetable garden in front and to the west of the house. It does not have the noise and filth of a small town, and it is irrigated and nourished by the river. Therefore, this vegetable garden is uniquely blessed and grows well.
29. The old houses in the ancient street still maintain their appearance, but the cracks have climbed up to the carved doors and windows. The carved doors and windows are no longer bright, and the bright halls have been woven with spider webs.
30. In Hankou, near Zhongshan Avenue and Yiyuan Road, I once thought I saw the Shanghai Bund building complex from a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Japanese period, with brick and wood structures, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors, and extremely solid.
31. Many houses are built with tiles, grass, and stones. In my house, there is only a small black and white TV, and the images on the TV are very colorful. There were only a few tattered old wooden beds in each house.
32. This old house has been baptized by the years, and its face has been carved with deep wrinkles.
33. After leaving the old house for a long time, Mo Di suddenly discovered that the childhood memories that I had inadvertently forgotten in my memory came to my mind. The title page of my memory was so transparent. I was even more surprised. The old house is very beautiful, with a deep ancient charm and a fragrance as pure as old wine brewed by the years. The old house contains the trauma of a century and continues the unchanging spirit of a nation. Deep in our souls There is something that makes my blood boil. After reading the old house, I know that it is the blood of the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties. It is the soul of China for five thousand years. After all the vicissitudes of life, the pulse is still beating. The Chinese spirit is not old. Things have changed and the stars have changed several times. Despite the vicissitudes of life, China and the Chinese soul coexist!
34. The attic of the old house is still there, but it is empty. There are boxes in the corner, clothes are torn in the belly, and ancient weights are sleeping on the ground.
35. This room is separated by a fence. There is a small room inside where grandma lives, and there are also some goods piled up for easy access. The room was dark, and the light was refracted from between the door panels, forming small spots of light on the wall and on the ground. Some dust particles jumped up and down in this spot. At that time, I felt that there was a union in my heart. Very sighing.
36. There are densely packed old houses along the stone road. This used to be a big market, but later the market was demolished and few people walked around. The stone pavement was covered with moss, and the stagnant water left by the rain dripped from the eaves drop by drop. It was very slippery to walk on, and the shoes were covered with mud. So, he speeded up again, trying to get rid of the constraints of this alley.
37. When it was still an old house, the house often leaked. When there was a heavy rain, the water would trickle down. At that time, the house suffered a disaster. Those who moved the bed moved the bed and took the washbasin. He was very busy taking the washbasin.
38. Seen from a distance, the old house flickers in and out under the shade of the trees, presenting a beautiful picture under the sunlight. It was late autumn, and there were a lot of cabbage growing beside the wall. Next to the cabbage were clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats were wandering under the shrubs.
39. Although it was daytime, the light in this old house was surprisingly dark. Under the illumination of the flashlight, the patterns on the corridor walls appeared one by one.
40. Look, some houses are made of red sandalwood. The houses are exquisitely carved. When you step into the inner hall, you will smell the fragrance of red sandalwood. Some of the eaves are slightly worn, as if Telling people about its long history.
41. The old house here specifically refers to the ancient folk houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style, with black tiles, pink walls, horse head walls as the phenotypic characteristics, and brick carvings. , wood carvings, and stone carvings are the decorative features, and the high-rise houses, deep wells, and halls are the home features, which reflect the mountain characteristics, Feng Shui wishes, and regional beauty trends of ancient Huizhou.
42. There is a big stone in front of the old house. It may be a mark left by the last glacier season. It is rooted here. In the middle of a field, villagers often put a few sticks of incense on it. To show respect, the urchins like to climb up and repeat the best memories from generation to generation. Even if it is surrounded by water-filled rice fields, the children still do not give up and climb bravely from the closest end. Even though it is a bit steep there, I don’t know what the material of this stone is. Moss has never grown on it in all seasons. It is always dry and clean. Rainwater cannot penetrate at all and can only slowly slide down from one side to the field.
43. In my previous hometown, people lived in bungalows, and some people lived in thatched houses. The short houses were dilapidated and dilapidated. When winter came, the biting cold wind blew in, making it as cold as an ice cellar. Very few people live in brick houses, and black smoke rising from the roofs fills the sky, making people feel suffocated.
44. The furnishings of the small shabby house are very simple, with only one single bed. A small cabinet. and a wheelchair.
45. I remember my grandmother once said to me that she still lived in an old house before I was born and had no money. The old house was dirty and messy and was passed down from generation to generation. But the room layout was extremely small. The family only had one room, where they ate and slept. There was no electricity at that time, only oil lamps, and it was pitch dark day and night.
46. In Hankou, near Zhongshan Avenue and Yiyuan Road, I once thought I saw the Shanghai Bund building complex from a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Japanese period, with brick and wood structures, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors, and extremely solid.
47. In a very simple peasant rental house, there lived a young man. His room was very simple, with only necessary daily necessities. Except for a large bed, the only valuable thing , the old computer in front of his window.
48. When I looked at it carefully again, it looked even more weathered. The rusty iron fence seemed to be peeling off at the slightest touch. The white walls have long since turned yellow and black. Standing in this familiar corner always brings back memories of the past.
49. There is a heavy wooden door in front of the house. I couldn’t help but knock on the smooth copper ring on the door, trying to knock the sound of the sleeping Jiangnan, where rows of old houses line the alleys. On both sides, the quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel like they are in the ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
50. It was grandpa who guarded the old house before. He likes to sit at the door, smoking leisurely puff after puff of self-rolled dry cigarettes. And every time he choked and his face turned red, he would hurriedly ask me to give him a slap on his back. That scene repeated itself for several years. And in my impression, the setting sun that dyed the door of the old house red, fell and rose again, rose and fell again. Inadvertently, grandpa disappeared. The door of the old house creaked and swayed in the wind, and what it swayed was just waves of desolate heartache. After all, there was no one sitting at the door of the old house.
51. Rural areas used to be mud houses. The safety of the mud house is very low, it is easy to collapse, and it is easy for soil to fall inside. The worst thing is when it rains. In some houses, it rains heavily outside and light rain inside.
52. Later, she moved to a new house, but grandma insisted on staying in that old house. She didn't explain, she just sat silently like grandpa, and no one could disobey her. But being a little sensible, I think that the door of this old house carries too much. When I get home from school, I like to lie down on the small bench at the door of my old house and do my homework. It’s quiet there and I can keep my grandma company. Grandma likes to chatter about past events that I am curious about. Occasionally, small groups of old ladies would gather at the door of the old house, talking about who would be buried first, just like a normal family affair. But I occasionally hear my grandma complaining alone, complaining that the bad old man left too early.
53. I heard from my father that my hometown was very poor in the past. People lived in dilapidated thatched houses and dilapidated tile houses, with tiles on the roofs in the east and west. Some are good, some are bad. When it rains, there are raindrops everywhere in the house.