Sentences describing old houses

The old house bears the imprint of history! The following is what I collected for you. Welcome to read!

1. The dormitory in the old campus is on the first floor, facing north, so it is wet and dark. Now I often dream or live there, and a room full of young people are either noisy or lazy and silent. Left a photo of a freshman, a bright smile, and the simplicity of youth.

2. The old house is simple and quiet, long and cordial, old 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.

3. The countryside used to be earthen houses. Adobe houses have low safety and are easy to collapse, and the soil inside is easy to fall off. The worst thing is that it rains. Some houses have heavy rain outside and light rain inside.

Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a ray of warm and long-term reverie. I don't know how to pick up the time when the walls are peeling off.

There are many old houses beside 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.

Although it is daytime, the light in this old house is surprisingly dim. Under the irradiation of flashlight, the patterns on the corridor walls revealed their true colors one by one.

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.

8. The attic of the old house is still there, but it's all empty. The box in the corner was so bright that it tore my heart out, and Gu Zhong slept on the ground.

9. 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.

10. The title page of memory is so transparent. What surprises me even more is that the old house is beautiful, with a strong beauty of ancient rhyme, a beauty as mellow as old wine caused by burning years. The old house contains a century of trauma and continues the unchanging spirit of a nation.

1 1. 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.

12. You see, some houses are made of rosewood, and the houses are finely carved. When you step into the inner hall, you will smell the fragrance of rosewood, and some eaves are slightly worn out, as if to tell people that they have a long history.

13. The old house in the ancient street is still the same, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, and it is no longer bright. The bright hall has been woven with cobwebs.

14. 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.

15. I remember my grandmother once told me that she lived in an old house before I was born. This old house is dirty and messy, and it has been 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.

16. In Jinan, I saw an old brick wall covered with carved tiles and withered vines on the bus.

17. When I look at it more carefully, 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.

18. The old house often leaks rain. As soon as there was a rainstorm, the water dripped down, but at that time, the family suffered a disaster. Those who move beds and carry washbasins are very busy.

19. There is also a trash can in the small house on the other side of the old house. There are red bricks on the trash can and white bricks on the bottom. It's clean. Passers-by don't really know it's a trash can without looking carefully.

20. When I was an old house, the house often leaked rain. When it rains heavily, water drips downwards. There was a disaster at home at that time. Those who move beds and carry washbasins are very busy.

2 1. The thatched cottage is empty. On a smelly and dirty blanket, there is a broken pillow and one or two books with missing pages. Next to the blanket, there is a wooden table with several holes, a bowl with several gaps, two plates covered with residue, and a pair of short and thin chopsticks. There is a cupboard with rotten wood on the right side of the wooden table.

22. Walking into Gu Xiang, the roadway paved with bluestone slabs less than two meters wide is sandwiched between antique old houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, and misty rain lingers like a dream.

23. 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.

24. I still remember that big haystack word in the yard, wheat straw, which is so great.

The old house is dirty and messy, which has been handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is very small. The family had only one room, a place to eat and sleep. At that time, there was no electricity, only oil lamps, although it was dark day and night.

26. It is exquisite, made of red bricks and cement, with a white roof engraved with many exquisite patterns. 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.

27. 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.

28. As soon as you enter the room, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right. When I came to the narrow house, I only saw a shabby TV set, a table and some chairs inside. It's really crude.

29. The old house embodies the mountain scenery, the will of geomantic omen and the decorative tendency of regional beauty in ancient Huizhou. It was accompanied by Huizhou merchants in Ming and Qing Dynasties. No badge, no town? This legend has become a famous school in the architectural history of China.

30. Bypassing the rusty iron fence, there is a big backyard at the end, empty, and the cornices in the corner seem to rot in the next second, only some weeds and wild flowers are still open. The vines are especially green. Climb the wall and stretch hard. Branches and vines wrapped around the cold, spread all over the wall, and tenaciously guarded the yard with their own bodies.

3 1. The dilapidated mud house was empty except for a small black-and-white TV that read "Donate somewhere".

32. The old house here refers to the ancient house in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style, with Mahou wall with Dahe powder wall as its phenotypic feature, brick carving, wood carving and stone carving as its decorative feature, and deep well hall with high residence as its household feature.

33. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade and presents 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.

34. There are five big tile houses. There is a small kitchen in the west of the yard. On the east side of the yard lived Grandpa's best friend and the mule. In the south of the yard, there is a neighbor's house and a low earth wall.

35. Walking into Gu Xiang, the roadway paved with bluestone slabs less than two meters wide is sandwiched between antique old houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, and misty rain lingers like a dream. Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, and the bright colors have faded.

36. In the past, all my hometown lived in bungalows, and some people lived in straw houses. These short houses are dilapidated. Winter is coming, and the cold wind is blowing in, which is as cold as an ice house. Few people live in brick houses, and the black smoke from the roof hangs over the sky, making people breathless.

I saw a low and shabby old house standing dangerously beside strangers. The smoke from the kitchen 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.

After a while, we came to the little boy's house. The roof of the little boy's house is exposed in the sky and the wall is cracked. The biggest crack was blocked with rags and straw, but cold air could still get in. The rain outside has stopped, but it's still raining inside. There is only one bed, a sewing machine and some old tableware and cooking tools at home.

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

40. There are many old houses beside 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. So, I speed up again, trying to get rid of the shackles of this alley.

4 1. In Hankou, near Yiyuan Road, Zhongshan Avenue, I thought I saw the Bund buildings in Shanghai a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Republic of China, with brick and wood structure, rich in European and American Japanese architectural colors and strong.

42. The old house gave me too much warmth and too much sadness. Now, even if we leave, it won't feel lonely. Because we put tears in the soil and let it taste. We mixed the smiling face into the soil to make it aftertaste.

43. The shack is simply furnished with a single bed. A small cupboard. And a wheelchair.

44. I saw an old house, an old brick wall covered with carved tiles and withered vines.

45. This room is separated by an iron fence. Grandma lives in it, and there are some things that are convenient to take and put. The room was dark in the lake, and the light refracted from between the door panels, forming a small light spot on the wall and the ground, and many dust jumped up and down in this light spot. At that time, the Federation of Trade Unions lamented in their hearts.

46. We moved out of the renovated rented house and rented an old house with brick-concrete structure. There is something wrong with the sewer pipe in the old house. We live on the second floor. The residents on the first floor are all connected to the sewer pipe outside their home, but not on the second floor. So every time the sewer is blocked, it starts from the second floor.

47. The old house here refers to the ancient houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style, with Mahou wall with Dahe powder wall as the phenotypic feature, brick carving, wood carving and stone carving as the decorative feature, and deep well hall with high residence as the household feature, which embodies the Shan Ye style and regional beauty tendency of ancient Huizhou.

48. The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and quiet, long and cordial, and old 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. There is a big wooden door in front of the house, and I can't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door, trying to ring the sleeping Jiangnan.

49. I heard from my father that my hometown used to be poor. People live in dilapidated thatched houses 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.

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