My old house prose

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This old house is an indelible memory of childhood.

Old houses are the eternal yearning of vagrants.

First of all, memories

On the day of returning, the old house was in ruins, with broken bricks and tiles everywhere. In the noise of the machine and the dust raised, my father curled up and tried to pick up the bricks buried in the ruins ... After coming back, my father smiled and said, "The house was demolished." Demolition of the house seems to be a happy thing for him. I also smiled and said, "It should have been demolished a long time ago. You see, in your life. ......

The old house was built more than 30 years ago and is located in the southwest of the village. There were crops on both sides at that time, and there was a deep ditch in front. Several families live sparsely across the ditch. This is a remote and desolate place, and the crops planted are not very long. There are stones, jujube trees and weeds everywhere. People in the village often leave dead animals here, and some people leave dead babies here. The only places I like to go here are wild dogs and pigs that have escaped from the circle. The villagers call this place "Dead Wagou", and few people come here.

My father had to build a cave here. The homestead granted to my father in the village was originally an open space in the south of the village, which was also considered as Xiangyang District. Building a house required wood and stones, which was a difficult task for my father at that time. My father finally decided to choose the "dead baby ditch" for the homestead with the villagers. A few months later, I dug two simple earth holes. On a sunny day, my father happily carried a burning brazier, several lenses and a few simple pieces of furniture into the cave, and the cave became the original old house. That night, under the oil lamp, the family sat together, talking and laughing until late at night, and a sense of happiness that had never been seen before permeated everyone's face.

Later, it was proved that it was right to choose caves. At that time, caves were very cheap for rural people and basically did not need any wood and stones. From the use point of view, warm in winter and cool in summer are incomparable to wooden houses. In the cold winter in the north, women sit around the hot kang to do needlework and gossip. My father, who likes Shaanxi opera, beats gongs and drums in caves with his fans from time to time. Rough singing and noisy knocking seemed to collapse the cave, but my father was still smiling happily. In hot summer, caves show their advantages. In addition to effective heatstroke prevention, it has also become a natural refrigerator for rural people, keeping vegetables and fruits fresh in the depths of caves.

A family started from these two empty caves, which became my deepest memory when I was a child. Do I think of grandma's buzzing spinning car and a big cat running around the cave swinging its tail under the dim oil lamp? ......

Second, change.

This place, once known as the "dead tile ditch", has gradually become lively. Someone successively approved the homestead here, dug two caves to live in, and later became our neighbors. In the changes of several years, my father dug many small caves, big and small, on both sides of the cave, put farm tools and grain, raised chickens and pigs, and planted vegetables widely. I also planted my favorite sunflower. It is much more convenient and affordable than those old houses in the village. Of course, the advantages of the "dead baby ditch" are not limited to these. The homestead here is much longer and wider than the homestead in the village, but everyone continues to expand back and forth. In order to determine their position, each family planted acacia in front of and behind the house, on the hillside and at the bottom of the ditch. On the other hand, at that time, most people in the village fed cows, and the use of soil in the cowshed became a problem. Only the people in the "dead baby ditch" have inexhaustible soil. The villagers pull carts from a distance, put on cows and pull the soil here if they say yes. Since then, the "dead baby ditch" has disappeared in people's impressions and has become an enviable good location. A few years later, the mound in front of the cave was pulled out by the villagers and became an open field. Pieces of Sophora japonica stand tall. Whenever Sophora japonica blooms in spring, it falls on every household, and the fragrance permeates the house and the farmer's room. ......

Cave dwelling has been the main residence of the whole family in the changes of more than ten years. Today, it has never touched water, and still stands firmly in the old place. Stone is exposed where the kiln surface has been washed by rain. He looks like an old man over 500 years old, and his face is covered with wrinkles. The two-hole cave seems to have been watching the family's every move with two eyes.

Third, build a house.

Small caves, large and small, dug by my father in front of the cave collapsed under the patronage of heavy rain, and many chickens died. My brother took the crushed chicken to the market to sell and finally threw it into the ditch. Many things have no place to put, and they are left in the wild all the year round, broken, rotten and deformed. The only big red drum distributed to the family by the production team is also blooming all around. I put something to eat, but it finally became a match and went into the kitchen hall, with a wisp of smoke and nothing. The soil in front of the cave was also pulled by the villagers, and there was no shelter around the yard. When it rained heavily, water from all directions poured into the cave and the family walked through the mud. Building a house has become the focus of family discussion and the top priority at home. Parents often count the wood and stones needed to build a house, but they often fall into helplessness and anxiety.

By chance, a coal mine hired a temporary worker. At that time, many people were reluctant to go for fear of accidents, but my father decided to go to work in the coal mine. Since my father went to work in the coal mine, the conditions at home have gradually changed. At that time, I also vaguely understood the coal mine. A thick wire rope pulled a load of coal from the underground, and finally pulled the absentee out. On the way home from work, the friends followed the adult's ass with the miner's lamp, chasing and shouting. ......

My father worked in a coal mine for four years. He was hit by a machine in an accident and hurt his waist. After resting for several months, he never went to work again. After four years of accumulation and waiting, building a house has entered a substantive stage. As soon as he was free, my father began to dig holes and push the earth. After a few months, the yard was much leveled. The adobe used to build the house was made by my father himself. There is a wooden rectangular wooden shelf on a smooth big stone. Some ashes were scattered in the wooden shelf, and a few shovels of wet soil were put on it, and it was leveled with a stone hammer. After loosening the wooden shelf, an adobe is formed. So my father made thousands of adobe and put it in front of the cave.

The wood needed to build the house was gradually in place, and several cars of bricks were pulled. A few days later, craftsmen also entered the door, and family members also came to help. Scraping wood skins, pulling wires, digging holes, laying bricks and cooking started the construction of new houses with great vigour.

It's another sunny day, and all the men and women, relatives and bystanders in the village are here. After a burst of firecrackers, red cloth and pine leaves hung on a thick-skinned main beam, and a basket of walnuts and dates rose slowly in the tear of several strong men, and finally landed in a pre-designed position. The craftsman nailed the main beam with a hammer and announced the completion of the construction of the main building. Then take down the basket hanging on the main beam, scatter walnuts and dates into the crowd, and then pour a plate of water. The children scrambled to pick up walnuts and dates, but they didn't care about the spilled water. Some picked walnuts and dates, others grabbed a handful of mud. .......

Eight wooden houses stand proudly in front of the cave, resplendent and magnificent, and the neighbors cast envious eyes. My father is still the same, cheerful and smiling. .......

The two holes witnessed the main achievements of my father's life struggle, and also carried a family. In the next 20 years, the old house hasn't changed much. The only change is that there are fewer and fewer people in the old house, and the old house is less lively and slowly silent. Only on holidays can the old house be repaired.

Third, house demolition.

The old house is like an old man in his twilight years. Under the erosion of years, it is already vulnerable. The wall skin has begun to fall off, and the wall is slowly inclined. After a few rainy days, it began to leak. In the summer of 20 15, a rainstorm finally caused the old house to collapse, making it dangerous and uninhabitable. Village officials also came to check to make sure that the house had great security risks. It is suggested that it be demolished as soon as possible, and it is promised that the government will give some subsidies if new houses are built. Demolition of the building has become the most urgent thing for my father at the moment. Father woke up and began to count his savings and grow his own crops. He said confidently, "It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem."

On the selected day, in the roar of the machine, the old house was demolished and razed to the ground, and my father bent down to pick up bricks in the ruins. The two-hole cave built 30 years ago suddenly stood in front of people, staring like a pair of eyes. ......

When the old house was demolished, my heart was desolate, as if I had lost something I loved. In the bright moonlight, I sat in front of the cave and looked at piles of broken bricks. The old house is gone, and it will be replaced by reinforced concrete.

Maybe it can carry more time and keep more memories. Many years later, I wonder who else can come to the old house and who will be the owner of this old house?