My mother said to me with tears in her eyes, "What's the use of asking for a house?" Looking at her sad appearance, my heart ached faintly. So, I typed the word sales, indicated the phone number below, and posted it on the window of the old house with my mother.
That's the home where I stayed for more than 20 years, my mother said. When I was 2 1 month old, my family moved there. I was not good at going up stairs at that time. My mother took my hand and walked up the stairs step by step. Our family lives on the fourth floor, east of Dongshan, with windows. When I was a child, there were not many buildings next to my house. I lay on the windowsill in the east, and I could see the students from the primary school next to me going to and from school. I especially envy those pupils, thinking, grow up quickly, and I will go to school with my schoolbag on my back like them in the future.
On the anniversary of the 1980s, few people lived in buildings at such a young age. Because the unit should be divided according to the length of service and age, a building was just built in the late 1970 s, which is not my house yet. According to my mother, at first, this house was given to someone else's house, and that one was not wanted because it was for two generations. My father loved fighting when he was young, and no one in the unit dared to provoke him. He told the leader and the leader gave it to him.
My mother is often angry because of my father's hot temper. I am most afraid of his slap. Beating has become my daily routine. I remember one time, I did badly in the exam. He tore up all my books and threw them out of the window. Then I picked up my slippers, and the feeling of the sole hitting me made me cry. My mother is afraid to help me. I looked at my mother in despair, my eyes blurred.
Dad ran to the construction site all the year round, met many people, and later had an affair. Sometimes I can't see him for two or three months and finally come back to quarrel with my mother. This life lasted for several years. Finally, after he punched us again, my mother signed a divorce agreement.
A few years later, I got married and had children. Mom moved in to help me take care of the children, and the old house was rented out. My mother was introduced to me this year, and we had dinner together. Uncle Zhou and my mother are a match made in heaven. I am so happy to see the smile on my mother's face. Last month, my mother sold her old house and moved to Uncle Zhou's house.
The old house has become a memory of my past, with laughter and pain, which is hard for everyone to remember. I hope that married people will take good care of their small families, even for children, and don't let that little heart get hurt again.
2. The composition describing the old house "The same topic composition" The mother of the old house said to me with tears: "There is no home, what is the use of asking for a house."
Looking at her sad appearance, my heart ached faintly. So, I typed the word sales, indicated the phone number below, and posted it on the window of the old house with my mother.
That's the home where I stayed for more than 20 years, my mother said. When I was 2 1 month old, my family moved there. I was not good at going up stairs at that time. My mother took my hand and walked up the stairs step by step.
Our family lives on the fourth floor, east of Dongshan, with windows. When I was young, there were not many buildings next to my house. I lay on the windowsill in the east, and I could see the students from the primary school next to me going to and from school.
I especially envy those pupils, thinking, grow up quickly, and I will go to school with my schoolbag on my back like them in the future. On the anniversary of the 1980s, few people lived in buildings at such a young age.
Because the unit should be divided according to the length of service and age, a building was just built in the late 1970 s, which is not my house yet. According to my mother, at first, this house was given to someone else's house, and that one was not wanted because it was for two generations.
My father loved fighting when he was young, and no one in the unit dared to provoke him. He told the leader and the leader gave it to him. My mother is often angry because of my father's hot temper. I am most afraid of his slap. Beating has become my daily routine.
I remember one time, I did badly in the exam. He tore up all my books and threw them out of the window. Then I picked up my slippers, and the feeling of the sole hitting me made me cry.
My mother is afraid to help me. I looked at my mother in despair, my eyes blurred. Dad ran to the construction site all the year round, met many people, and later had an affair.
Sometimes I can't see him for two or three months and finally come back to quarrel with my mother. This life lasted for several years. Finally, after he punched us again, my mother signed a divorce agreement.
A few years later, I got married and had children. Mom moved in to help me take care of the children, and the old house was rented out.
My mother was introduced to me this year, and we had dinner together. Uncle Zhou and my mother are a match made in heaven. I am so happy to see the smile on my mother's face. Last month, my mother sold her old house and moved to Uncle Zhou's house.
The old house has become a memory of my past, with laughter and pain, which is hard for everyone to remember. I hope that married people will take good care of their small families, even for children, and don't let that little heart get hurt again.
I have been to an old house (emphasis). The weather is very cool. It has just rained, and the breeze is blowing everywhere, making the leaves rustle.
This weather is really nice. There is a primary school not far away, and students pass that road every day, which is very lively.
But no one has ever noticed a lonely old man. The back door of the school, and then over a hill, where there is a shabby old house.
This old house is very small and shabby. It is made of some rotten bricks and mud. It doesn't feel safe. It seems to fall down at any moment. The tiles on the roof are worn out, and the tiles on the side have already slipped because of years of wind and rain.
Every time people passing by here deliberately bypass the old house to avoid being hit by tiles. The old house looks lonely.
However, people in this house are more lonely. It was an old man, supporting a strong wood. The old man used it as a crutch, because he really had no money or crutches, and he didn't want to buy crutches with his little money.
Calculate the year, the old man has lived in the old house for ten years. For ten years, the old people have been living alone in the old house.
For ten years, the old man has survived all the ups and downs, and his hands have been calloused by life. Sometimes, the old man stared at the distant hillside for hours and didn't know what the old man was thinking.
Two years ago, in the eighth year when the old man moved to this old house. An old couple moved across from the old house.
The old man often drinks tea and jokes with them. The old couple are the only neighbors of the old man. It can be said that the time with neighbors is the happiest time for the elderly.
The old couple often take care of the elderly. They help them apply for subsidies in the town. They know that old people are poor, so they often invite them to dinner. Sometimes at night, the old couple are worried that the old people will not have enough to eat during the day, so they specially make delicious and nutritious fish soup at night.
Although sometimes it is not much, it is enough to fill the stomachs of the elderly and make them feel warm. What the old man can't forget most is the Spring Festival that year, when heavy snow fell, which made the old man with thin clothes hide at home and dare not go out. The house is on fire and the old man is warming himself.
But there is a hole in the roof, and cold air can still pour in through it. The wind blew on the old man's face, making him feel a knife-like pain. "Knock, knock, knock" I don't know who knocked on the door of this lonely hut.
"coming." The old man walked slowly to the door and opened it.
There is no one in front of the door, but there is a big cardboard box in front of it. There is no snow on the carton. Should be left in this snow soon. The old man slowly picked up the carton and four big red characters "Happy New Year" came into view.
The old man was very excited. He has never received a gift since he lived in this old house. He opened the carton carefully and found that it was a quilt and a cotton-padded coat, which was exactly what he needed most. Who gave the gift has always been a mystery to the old people.
On New Year's Eve, the old man and his neighbor moved the TV to the yard and chatted while watching the Spring Festival Evening. The old man told the old couple cheerfully about the gift he received this morning. His face was full of happiness, and the old couple laughed as if they knew nothing about it.
The old man never knew that the cartons were actually sent by the old couple. At the moment, the old man is still thinking about the Spring Festival Gala. He looked at the distant mountains and his face was full of smiles.
However, the good times did not last long. The old couple only stayed here for a year, and then they were taken home by their son to play. The old man couldn't help sobbing at the thought.
He was very sad that the old couple had moved away, so why didn't his son come to take him back to play? The reason, in fact, he knows very well ... The old man cried and he was very sad.
There is no one around, only he is crying silently. Usually it's very deserted here, and the old man has always been lonely. He lived all his life, but he was lonely for half his life.
The old man looked at the sunset in the west and knew it was getting late. He had to dig some wild vegetables up the mountain to fill his stomach. He walked to the hillside with a "crutch" and looked for edible wild vegetables among the dense weeds. Sometimes it gets dark early, and the old man wants to find one tree after another.
Alas, the old man's eyes are not good and his legs and feet are not flexible. However, the old man gained a lot today. He picked a lot of wild vegetables. Maybe tomorrow's food is enough! The old man looked at the sky again, and the moon had already revealed its posture. It's not too late, but it's time for dinner.
In this way, the old man went to the well with a bucket, and planned to get some well water to go back and cook wild vegetable soup. This well is located in the small courtyard where the old couple live. No one has come here to fetch water since the old couple left.
There is a man standing by the well. It was heavy, and it took the old man a long time to realize it. Standing by the well is a girl with long braids, who looks very clever.
"Son, what are you doing here? Mom will be worried if you don't come home so late, silly child, go home quickly. " The old man said sternly to the child.
It was cloudy and the old man couldn't see clearly what the child looked like. Instead of answering the old man's question, the girl grabbed the old man's bucket and quickly brought a bucket of water. "Grandpa, let me help you carry the water back to your home. I know where your family lives. I just saw you come out. "
The girl pointed to the old house where the old man lived and ran away without a trace. "Don't ... alas, this child."
The old man seems to be criticizing the girl and seems to feel very gratified. When the old man walked slowly to the house, the girl was gone and might have gone home.
The old man slowly moved the water put in front of the door to the stove and began to boil water to boil weed soup. In fact, he is still thinking about children.
When the soup was cooked, the old man took a chair and sat in front of the house with soup in his hand. There are so many stars tonight. He held the soup and enjoyed the intoxicating night.
The moon is getting brighter and brighter, as if to light the way home for the girl.
4. The composition of the old house is going back to my hometown, where there are many old houses, high and low, like several hillsides, which are very shabby. The walls are covered with plants, like a painting, emitting a quaint atmosphere.
There are two houses at home, one is my grandparents' and the other is my uncle's. When I come back, I will stay at my uncle's house. Uncle's house has two floors and goes up and down through several stairs.
The stairs are empty, there are no handrails, so you can only walk carefully against the handrails. Walking into the house, there are cobwebs and dust everywhere, and there is no gorgeous floor in the city. The ground is full of potholes, which you can tread on, but it has a kind of "earth" taste, a kind of intimacy, a feeling of earth and a local flavor.
Grandparents' house is made of stone, and the gap is covered with moss, mixed with some branches and soil. There is still some moss on the stone and it feels very wet.
There are several big trees outside the house, and their branches and leaves hang down to the yard. As soon as the wind blew, all the dead leaves flew in and swirled on the ground, and in a short time, they floated out by themselves. The ground in the yard is also paved with stones, white, cyan, less red and black, but most of them are cyan.
Stones of different colors were put together and covered the whole yard, which matched the white wall very well. People who like their hometown are simple and simple.
Grandpa and grandma have lived in this house for about 70 years. According to my father, grandpa lived here when he was young. Up to now, grandpa is old and the house is old.
There are many old houses that can't stand the erosion of time and become dilapidated. There is a broken house behind my house. A big tree grew in the middle of the house. Only one point on the left is still standing tenaciously. On the right are piles of dirt. The ruins are overgrown with weeds and abandoned for a long time.
Old houses strewn at random, dilapidated old houses, old houses with plants on the walls, old houses full of quaint temperament. This is such an old house that I like it very much.
5. Write a composition on the topic of "Old House". There is an old house next to my house, which is very old. At least it looks old. That's where my grandparents live. Black tiles, wooden houses, and later decorated with cement and paint. So far, cement and paint have peeled off, and the original wood is faintly visible. Moreover, the black tiles are already a little dusty, covered with a thick layer of ash, and there is more garbage that I don't know when and who threw it.
In today's reinforced concrete city, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, and a small tile house is so insignificant. But in fact, it exists, standing as tenacious as a weather-beaten old man. It not only accompanied the two old people through a hard life, but also was our paradise.
Grandpa had nothing to do, and opened a small garden in front of the house, adding vitality and vigor to the old house in four seasons. Spring, spring blossoms, attracts bees, butterflies and lovely children, and laughter echoes in front of the old house; In summer, unknown vines cover the front eaves of old houses luxuriantly, bringing a little coolness to the hot summer. Every night, adults and children love to come here to chat and tell stories in their hearts. Autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, the fragrance of all kinds of flowers, coupled with this old house, people seem to be far away from the city, came to a small farmhouse; Even in the coldest winter, those thick greens still adorn our lives.
I remember playing hide-and-seek with my friends when I was a child. I always hide in the old house, behind the stove, and everyone can't find me every time. Then I sneaked out when they weren't looking, trying to scare them from behind. Although I can't scare them every time, I still enjoy it. They asked me where I had hidden, but I always laughed and didn't answer. I quietly made an agreement with the old house that I would never tell the secret. At that time, every holiday, I would report to my grandparents. Now think about it, how many wonderful childhood memories I have recorded in the old house!
Now, I pass by that old house every day, but it seems to have been forgotten by me. I haven't walked into that old house for too long, and I haven't said hello to my grandparents for too long!
Thinking of these, my heart is startled. ...
6. How to write the composition of the old house 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. The river that irrigates the vegetable garden has been flowing all the year round since I can remember.
Two people live in the family for many days, and the decoration is very simple. Grandparents will never buy anything except the necessities of life. However, incense is a must at home.
Grandparents are very Buddhist. Although there are no Buddha statues at home, there are four or five incense tables on the stage, and each incense table is filled with incense ashes. Pick up the incense ashes and smell them. Mimi has an imperceptible fragrance. The powder is very delicate, and it is these humble incense ashes that have been given extraordinary uses by grandma in our family.
Sprinkle it on old cases to get rid of insects and yin. Therefore, the closed atmosphere of the old case will be replaced by powder. Every time I enter the house, I will be surrounded by this fragrance, which is refreshing and awesome!
There is also an old recliner at home, made of bamboo, which is very old. Put it in front of the TV, grandma will spread a blanket in winter, which is full of warmth. In summer, it is cool without decoration. Lying on it is very comfortable, and sometimes it makes a "zi zi" sound, as if it were precipitated outside time and space. Time flies, fascinating and reverie. ...
The field in front of my house is also unique. Grandpa always finds some ancient coins when he digs the ground. We are all very happy. I admire these copper coins full of time and wisdom.
My old house has a unique style! No matter where you are, you can't beat my yearning for home!
I spent my childhood in an old house.
This old house is spacious, bright and airy. There are a pair of big lions at the door, staring at two big eyes and bared their teeth, which is really awe-inspiring
When I was a child, there were one or two flourishing fig trees in the yard. During the day, under the sunshine, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the trees themselves are illuminated, just like jasper carving, so beautiful! Summer is coming, and I am still a toddler.
Twisted into the fig bushes and creaked, I picked them all, whether they were green or ripe. Chew a few times in your mouth, spit it out, and swallow it all as long as it is sweet.
When I came out from under the fig tree, I looked like, hey, my mouth and clothes were covered with juice, and I was still laughing. I'm not angry and I'm not laughing.
There is a starling hanging under the corridor, with a pointed mouth and black feathers. His small eyes are always wandering and his voice is loud. That's my good partner, too I often feed it with something. Every time I come near, it will pat its feathers and jump around happily in the cage.
I named it Xiaohe. When I leave my hometown to study in the city, I often think of my little black, sour and sweet figs and the big lion at the door.
I love my childhood, my old house and my nagging grandmother.
8. The memory of the composition of the old house is an old photo without a negative.
I only had time to take a look and lost all the clues about it. Can only be filled with memory.
I forgot my childhood childlike dreams and faded my immature thoughts. Relive the simple hometown with a true heart, and miss the old houses, courtyards, old and stout banyan trees and bumpy dirt roads in memory. All the scenes about my hometown will always be remembered and forgotten at that time, at a certain time, until I am old and no longer nostalgic.
Stepping into an old house will have a strong mythical color. Legendary myths are painted on the beams and walls. The familiar myth of crossing the sea by the Eight Immortals has always been loved by the villagers. They believe in God and pray that God can bless everything and bring good luck. It is a simple and sincere rural custom.
Into the yard, there is an ancient well, surrounded by flowers and plants, dead leaves withered on the ground, without the gorgeous appearance of the past, as if crying about the owner's "indifference." There is a huge mirror in the room, and the picture frame is covered with patterns, which is very delicate.
The wooden chair in the living room has been covered with a thick layer of dust, but spider silk is still wrapped around it, but you can still see the damage of the chair. The ceiling fan on the top beam has condensed a thick layer, and one of the blades has fallen off. Spider silk has settled down there and woven a big net.
A scene of despair. There are two rooms in the living room. Cross the threshold and enter one of them. The room is full of strong medicinal smell, and the big oxygen bottle is still there.
The wooden bed is still lying there, but the people on it have already left. There were old sundries on the small bed next to it, which were later swallowed up by the fire.
Walking into another room, the door has been eroded, leaving only lonely rotten wood, and the bricks that suddenly rose on the ground have been slowly smoothed over time. There are two beds in the room, both of which are big and heavy wooden beds. When I was a child, I was the "bad guy" who made trouble in these two beds and forced my grandparents not to sleep.
The ceiling fan on the bed has long since disappeared. What remains unchanged is the grandfather who comforted me to sleep in my memory, and the grandfather who made me secretly sob because I missed you in the middle of the night. I always love my grandfather the most! Out of the room, came to the corridor, there are two rooms, one is the kitchen, one is the grocery storage room, has long been covered with spider silk, it is difficult to enter. Walking out of my old house, I am grateful, because there are the truest and happiest memories of my childhood here. I will never forget my old house and the true feelings, simplicity and only love I have left here.
Even if time washes away everything, it can't take away my old house, my love.