The mood of tearing down the old house, the complicated sadness of the circle of friends.

1, standing at the door of the old house, you can always see the fields cultivated by grandma not far from the door. In spring, there is grandma's back when sowing; In summer, there is grandma's sweat when weeding; In autumn, there is the joy of grandma's harvest; Bagging in winter has grandma's concern. Every time I look at the vegetables wrapped in plastic bags by my grandmother in winter, I feel a sense of warmth in my heart. Although parents always advise grandma not to do things and to enjoy her old age, grandma still works hard all year round and treats her own land like a child. But a little more sensible, I think, this land, bearing too much, may be entrusted to an old man who has been waiting for a lifetime. Thinking of this, I can't help asking myself: am I waiting, too?

On the feelings of demolishing old houses and friends circle

The old house recorded my childhood and my dreams. I have lived in this old house since I was born. The old house is deep in my memory, full of childhood laughter.

When I went home for the New Year in my freshman year, my mother said that the old house would be demolished in two months, and I suddenly felt very sad. Although the old house has no heating, broadband and bad cell phone signal, I have been here for 18 years, and I am familiar with every corner of this home, every street in this village and every small restaurant in this village. Childhood memories are all here, and childhood partners will gradually disperse with the demolition. When I was a child, I liked to make bows and arrows, slingshots and other gadgets on the roof of my house. I like jumping from the roof of my house to the roof of my neighbor's house. I like planting a bunch of flowers and plants. When I come back from my summer vacation, all these things will disappear.

I miss my grandmother who raised me in the old house. When I was a child, when it was time to eat and play outside, my grandmother always urged me to go home. The clear voice spread all over the countryside. My grandmother in my memory is physically strong and has a well-known "loud voice". Today's grandmother, stumbling, laughing, only one tooth in her mouth is clearly visible. Only when she is around can she hear her story. Whether studying abroad or working in a different place, I always take time to visit my grandmother, who is my partner in the old house. But every time grandma sees me holding a big bag of gifts in my hand, she always says with a little blame, "Don't buy it in the future, there are so many things piled up at home." At this time, I will say to myself, "I can't repay your kindness if I buy more!" " When I see my wrinkled and faltering grandmother smiling at me, when the silence and vicissitudes of the years are within reach, I have an impulse to cry. After all, the old house witnessed my growth and recorded my grandmother's vicissitudes.

5. The old house often leaks rain. When it rains, the water drips down. At that time, the family suffered. It was very busy to move the bed and take the washbasin.