August. The old house in summer is still in the old days.

It's been a long time in beginning of autumn, and the rain is getting colder and colder. Cicada sings more and more sadly with the coolness of autumn, but it seems to be singing. Life that dies is complete, and things that disappear are meaningful.

A season flies by. At the moment when the summer gate was about to close, I saw stars, rainstorms, rainbows, sunsets, sandals, popsicles, rattan chairs and riddles, all of which were full of light in the old house.

The old house where I once lived is shining to me now. Its darkness has merged with the heavy years, and then its light jumps out and shines in front of my eyes. The dark old house has lost its color, and the bright colors it carries have built a colorful new world.

The new world filters out unhappiness and leaves a beautiful truth. Let me no longer hate memories, let me love my childhood.

02

On midsummer night, the yard of the old house is full of stars. Grandparents will move three rattan chairs in the yard of the old house and ask me to enjoy the cool with them. Put mosquito-repellent incense at the bottom of the rattan chair to repel mosquitoes, then lie on the rattan chair next to you, patting the cool fan, blowing the evening breeze, counting the stars and guessing riddles with known answers. I will wear slippers and take three popsicles from the refrigerator in the main room to relieve the heat with two old people.

The sunset in summer evening often covers the small kitchen on the west side of the yard with a layer of gold. The golden house makes me both happy and scared. I had a good time outside with my friends and didn't go home. My father always finds me after work and takes me home to practice calligraphy. Practice calligraphy alone with grievances, and you can't get rid of it until your mother shouts for dinner. At this time, the small kitchen with gentle skylight began to be lovely in my eyes.

The eaves in front of the main hall guard the raindrops dripping from my hands and accompany me to wait for the rainbow. At dawn in Shanghai, when I see dark clouds falling to the ground, I will wait for rain under the eaves. The raindrops as big as beans fell, which were urgent and heavy, and their hands were numb. When they land all over, they will splash dust on their legs, and then quickly gather into a stream under their feet and flow into a small ditch in the yard. If you are lucky, you will meet the sunshine and rain and see the rainbow.

The bedroom on the west side of the main room is always bright, without hiding the slightest darkness. Even if I don't integrate my memory, it contains the love and beauty my parents gave me, and its existence makes my life rooted in love. Therefore, the love it symbolizes is the hills, the ocean, the sunshine, the rain and dew, all the appearances flowing in the world, and all the will given to everything.

The west wall of the old house is covered with creepers. They grow wildly in summer, and you can feel their vitality by the window. The wind blows, and the green seems to drop with the wind. Sometimes there are geckos crawling around the house, and their small bodies are elusive, as if they were naughty, echoing the hot summer. The green leaves and geckos of Parthenocissus tricuspidata are gifts for old houses in summer.

The back door of this old house faces north. Go out from the back door and turn two corners to the bathhouse, which belongs to summer. Although I felt that this road was a bit far and tired when I was young, it undoubtedly came from and belonged to happiness.

Happy time goes straight into eternity. Walking with my parents on the way to the bathhouse, my father will always carry me on his back and let me sit high on his shoulders. The highland closest to the sky in the world is my father's shoulder. And my mother giggled and looked at me and my father tenderly.

Happiness is the sweetness from the heart when coquetry. On my mother's way to take me to the bathhouse alone, the mother and daughter always have endless words and the daughter always has endless questions. And "Where did I come from and where will I disappear?" It was on this road that I got the original answer: an unknown star in the sky. I am satisfied with this answer, and I am still obsessed with the sky and stars.

Laughter, conversation, insects' singing, the dragging sound of rattan chairs, the switch sound of refrigerators, the turning sound of electric fans, the sound of heavy rain, the sound of the wind ... all kinds of impressive sounds are intertwined into a summer sonata, but it is also the "last movement" of childhood.

03

The old house was demolished two years ago at the request of road improvement in the town, and it is still in ruins. Perhaps, a long time ago, the old house was in ruins. Perhaps, after a long time, the old house is still in ruins.

Ruins may be the initial and final form of old houses. But the existence of the old house has not changed its meaning to me.

At the end of my childhood, a part of my life that once lived in an old house has died. After a long time, this disappearance becomes a missed ceremony, but it doesn't need any emotion, especially mourning.

Every day in life is not only a visible dead cell, but also an invisible spiritual part.

The bright colors displayed in the old house, you just need to daub and piece together in your mind and wait and see quietly in your mind.

The summer gate is now completely closed. Insects can still sing, and I will still dwell on the past, but I will spend more time looking up at the road ahead, such as autumn, which has arrived this season.

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