A beautiful article about memory: the old house in memory

In the old house, there are too many stories and memories of me engraved in the depths of my soul, and there is a different style that makes people dream. Walking, the years are quietly flowing around, and the story is gently told in the wind?

My old house is located at the western end of the village. This is a simple mud brick house. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is neither grand nor luxurious, only simple and vicissitudes, but I am deeply attached to it, and no beautiful building can replace its position in my heart. The door of the old house has two thick wooden boards, both of which are affixed with mighty door gods. Due to the age, there are some scattered bug eyes on it. Crossing the threshold is the first house. The first thing you see is a huge portrait of Chairman Mao, hanging in the center of the main wall, next to a couplet that says "Yue Tonghui". It's written right above the portrait. Heaven and earth are close at hand? Red paper and the portrait form a picture of nave. Under nave's painting, there is a table made by his father. There is an incense burner in the middle of the table. Grandma often burns incense in the room. When I was a child, I asked my family if the names of my ancestors were written on red paper. My mother explained that those words meant to warn future generations to fear the gods of heaven and earth, to respect the monarch and patriotism (in fact, patriotism), to respect teachers and respect their elders. Even when I was a child, my mother always taught us this idea. The left and right walls of the hall are covered with awards from my brother and me. At that time, the happiest thing was to see the smiling faces of our family who were happy because we returned the prize. There are two rows of wooden chairs neatly arranged on the left and right walls in the hall, and exquisite patterns are carved on the backrest. There are also several small benches, which my father made from scraps himself. Grandma's room is in the north. There are some antique furniture, a beautifully carved wooden bed and an antique wardrobe next to it. The handle of the cabinet drawer is made of copper coins and copper rings. My grandmother sewed up such copper coins with cloth and inserted some beautiful cock feathers to make keys, which was my favorite toy to accompany me when I was a child. The wall of my mother's room is painted with lime and looks very white. There are some pictures hanging on the wall, which look simple and generous. There is a small black-and-white TV set and a three-yang tape recorder on the desk. In her spare time, my mother always likes to turn on the TV and play our favorite cartoons, or turn on the tape recorder and listen to her favorite songs and Li. The whole room is full of songs, which makes us very happy. My kitchen is in the west of the house. There is a big water tank in the kitchen, which is filled with cool well water all year round. The water was received in wooden barrels from an old well in the back hill. It is a pure mountain spring, sweet and delicious. When my parents came home from farm work in summer, they picked up the gourd shell and scooped water as soon as they entered the room, looked up and drank, and then looked intoxicated. They always praise the sweetness of water and thirst quenching. There are white tiles on the kitchen stove, which are often polished by my mother. The mouth of the wood-burning stove was blackened, because my mother likes to put some sweet potatoes in the oven cavity after cooking and cook them with the residual temperature of the ash; In the afternoon, when I am hungry, I like to barbecue at the mouth of the stove. I can always use tongs to extract delicious roasted sweet potatoes or corn from firewood ashes. In the era of material scarcity, those things served as delicious snacks in my childhood.

There is a small yard in front of the old house. Because grandma and mom like flowers, the yard is full of all kinds of flowers: canna, rose, morning glory, cordate telosma, chrysanthemum, and all kinds of flowers I can't name? Grandma likes to take me to help flowers, fertilize and water. In the flower season, the courtyard is full of flowers and beautiful scenery. Occasionally beggars or vagrants pass by the door. Grandma and mom are very kind people. They always take out good meals to fill them up and bring some old clothes to keep them warm. Their kindness has always accompanied my growth. Every day, you can always see the chickens in the yard leisurely foraging around. Big Embryo Cat always hides in the corner and sleeps late. Great white dogs always stand in the yard, sticking out their tongues and looking around to protect our homes and hospitals. There is also a stout camphor tree in the yard, with vigorous branches and a large shade of Xia Yue, which is very cool. There is a big stone mortar under the big tree. Every year at the end of the twelfth lunar month, my neighbors will come to my house to play with stone mortar. My family also worked as a bus driver. My mother steamed a bucket of glutinous rice in a wooden steamer, poured it into a stone mortar and began to make Ciba. This is a hard job, and it requires a strong man to break his wrist, so Xia Dage, You Dage and Liyuan Dage in the cellar are the best candidates. Xia Dage and You Dage each took a small gavel. You asked me to try my best to smash glutinous rice. If someone in the middle is tired, he will change to brother Liyuan and go to play in turn. They hit it and sent it out at the same time. Hey, huh? Shouts, especially exciting, made everyone laugh. I don't know how many rounds, the glutinous rice in the stone mortar has been beaten into soft white dough, which is a success. Mother sprinkled starch on the clean board, and the big brothers and sisters who made rice cakes rolled up the dumplings with mallets and put them on the board. When the dough was still hot and formed, mother rubbed it quickly. After doing this, grandma used chopsticks to light a little red in the middle of the big rake to show good luck. The children in the big brother's house next door are all scrambling to eat, and they are very happy. The second sister and us girls are playing the keys happily, and my brother is rolling the hoop happily. I still remember that happy scene. Because near the end of the year, there is a lot of red paper on the square table at home. Uncle Lin and uncle Wen in the house are not idle. They have practiced good handwriting since childhood, and they are beautiful and elegant. Therefore, they are responsible for writing Spring Festival couplets. People laugh while enjoying it, while children imitate it. Although the handwriting is crooked, they are still very happy, and the atmosphere in the whole old house is happy.

Old houses are always simple and warm. There is no impetuousness, no noise, only peace and warmth. In the old house: affection, friendship, parents' love? Those feelings that are near or far, strong or weak, together or apart, and the ups and downs of life are repeatedly presented and interpreted in the old house. No matter where you are, you will always miss the affection around the old house and the harmonious atmosphere between the neighbors.

In the old house I remember, the door was always open during the day, even if the whole family went to the fields to do farm work, the door was not locked. Once, my family went to the field to collect peanuts. When I came back, I saw two aunts next door drinking tea in the hall. When they came back from farm work, they dropped by my house for tea. They said with a smile that my Chata is strong, but it would be better to be light. I'm not surprised. Everyone is so easy-going and close to their families. Every door is open to neighbors, which is a kind of trust between neighbors. Everyone helps each other, helps each other during busy farming hours, and chats with each other during slack farming hours. It's fun. Uncle Yang is a humorous and talkative person. He has a wide range of knowledge and likes to chat with everyone everywhere. Wherever he is, he always laughs. Uncle Xia is honest and quiet, but he is a good hunter. He sometimes goes hunting with an old-fashioned shotgun, and we can often eat the rabbit meat he sent to our house. Xia Jia has several big sisters, all of whom are beautiful and generous. I love touching their big braid. My sisters are very kind to me and always give us delicious food. I also became their pawn. Yang's brother is very clever and likes to tease our children. I often see them singing and riding bicycles at the door. By the time I was in middle school, Xia's sisters got married one after another, and Yang's brother also went out to travel, and the old house seemed a little deserted. People around the old house carry forward the spirit of hard struggle and never bow to difficulties. Yang's eldest brother went out to work alone when he was a teenager. Several years later, he broke into a world. At the end of every year, he can be seen in the envious eyes of his neighbors, wearing a suit and carrying a box home for the New Year. When I grow up, I know how much unknown hardships and sweat a rural child has to pay to achieve something in a big city. At that time, the periphery of the old house quietly changed, and foreign small foreign buildings sprang up, while my old house still stood there quietly, as if all the changes had nothing to do with it, and it seemed as if there was nothing in the world.

Life is hurried, and memory is like an old book with endless aftertaste. The story of time in old books is turned by the breeze, or remembered or forgotten, or? Time flies, my old house has witnessed all the ups and downs and vicissitudes, and it is destined to be stained with the traces of the years, which makes people care for their lives.

After graduating from college, I seldom go home because of serious illness. My mother took me everywhere for medical advice, my father and my brother went out to work, and the old house was left unattended. The yearning for my old house seems to have been hidden in the lush grass in front of the courtyard of my old house, and it has grown and spread in the changing time until it flooded my whole mood. The old house in the dream is always worn out and swaying in the wind and rain. When I returned to the place I was considering, the old house was really in ruins. On the wall eroded by the wind and rain, we can vaguely distinguish the graffiti of my brother and me when we were young, and the awards with vague family traces. It has already faded from its old colors, so mottled that it can no longer find its original appearance. Looking at the rubble in front of me, I suddenly developed a kind of hair? Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. Artistic conception, I don't know why there are some inexplicable loneliness and regret. "Zhu Yan Mirror Flower Edge" seems heartless, but it also leaves a long mark. The wind and frost of the years have left a deep mark on the old house, and how many past events have been dusty behind the vicissitudes of life.

Those who drink tea under the flower trees in the old houses and listen to the rain under the eaves; The smoke from the kitchen chimneys curled up, and the food wafted from the firewood stove was full of fragrance; There is also the scene where my mother wears a blue apron around her waist and calls me home for dinner. It became my warmest memory.

Standing in front of the old house for a long time, reluctant to leave. Gently touch the face of the old house with both hands, feel the temperature left by the years, and quietly listen to the story it tells. This old brick house is the place where my original dream was born, which embodies the past freehand brushwork, is the sustenance of my spirit and soul, and was once my shelter.

At night, I dreamed of the face of the old house again. I lay on the bamboo bed in the old house and looked at the stars in the sky?

Author: Cha Xiaohong

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