Sigh at the house where no one lives in my hometown.

The sentence lamenting the house where no one lives in my hometown is as follows:

1, my old house, unique style! No matter where you are, you can't defeat my desire for home.

On the ruins, there are several dilapidated houses, which have been uninhabited for a long time and have no breath of life.

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.

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.

After years of baptism, this old house has carved deep wrinkles on its face.

6. The attic of the old house is still there, but it is all empty. The box in the corner, its belly is also bright and tattered, and it always falls asleep on the ground.

7. The whole house is a static landscape. The shadows in the room are floating and sinking, and the furniture is like a silent wise man in the shadow. They, with calm eyes and delicate feelings, feel the warmth and coldness of all human feelings. The years are quiet and the life is stable.

8. The shabby mud house was empty except for a small black-and-white TV that said "Donate somewhere".

9. 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.

10, in the hustle and bustle of the city, in the indifferent eyes, after forgetting and reunion, I will fly back to that humble old house on the wings of memories and with my infinite happiness!

1 1, dark red wooden door with clear texture, slightly prickly to the touch because of peeling for many years. Across the threshold, there is a small yard. There is a green boardwalk in the yard, and there is a clearing full of weeds next to it.

12. An old house by the roadside is exquisite, made of red brick and cement. The roof is white and carved with many beautiful patterns.

13, 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.

14 I saw a low and shabby old house standing dangerously beside a stranger. The kitchen smoke rose from the back of the old house, like a dancing white silk, slowly climbed to the top of a tall tree and wrapped it silently.

15. When I look at the house again, 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.

16, wordless and independent, stroking the rough mud wall. This place, bearing many memories, has stood quietly for many years in a silent way.

17, a small bungalow stands in rags on the edge of the city, and the ugly old face has written down all its vicissitudes.

18, I entered Guxiang, and the roadway paved with pieces of bluestone was less than two meters wide, with antique old houses on both sides, because the corner was endless and misty rain haunted me like a dream.

19, 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.

20. Open the yellowed photo album, and inadvertently, an old photo slides down and comes into view. I picked it up and looked at it carefully, which reminded me of the old house in my hometown and my childhood!