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.
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.
I saw an old house, an old brick wall covered with carved tiles and withered vines.
4. The old house in the ancient street still maintains the appearance of that year, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows. Carved doors and windows are no longer bright, and the bright hall has been woven with cobwebs.
It is exquisite, made of red brick and cement, and many exquisite patterns are engraved on the white roof. 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.
6. 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.
7. The old house in my hometown has grown old in loneliness after years of ups and downs.
I heard from my father that my hometown used to be poor. People live in dilapidated thatched cottages 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.
9. There are many old houses on 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.
10, 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.