Essay on feelings of old house

After so many years, I still can't get rid of my yearning for the old house. Father called and said that the old house would be demolished next year. My heart suddenly hurts. How can I forget the laughter in the old house? How can I forget the bits and pieces in the old house? So, I arranged a holiday and came back to see my old house after many years.

If memory is for beautiful forgetting, I'd rather not remember. This is the old house in my mind, with shabby wooden doors, green platform signs and rusty locks. This is the old house that raised me 10 for many years. When we graduated from high school, we moved into a new house and looked at the brand-new tile house with joy.

The old house is full of weeds, and it looks more and more desolate, like an old man in his twilight years. Looking at those people who happened here with a happy face on crutches, there is a well in the northwest corner of the old house. The water in the well is clear and delicious, which is sweet that I will never experience in my later years.

This old house is in a state of disrepair. At that time, the family was poor I heard from my mother that when she married her father, there was no decent furniture at home except the old house, and all the ups and downs of the family were spent in the old house. Those years full of laughter are hard to print in my mind and linger.

Here, the eldest sister was born, here, the second sister was born, here, I was born, and the flowing years slowly disappeared like the running water by the stream. When we grow up, we are more dependent on the old house. Every Spring Festival, I visit my old house and think about everything here, but I haven't been here for several years because of my work.

I always remember the scene of heavy rain outside and light rain inside. I always remember the scene where my mother was afraid of the collapse of the old house and dared not stay in the house on rainy days, and wrapped me in a sheet and held me in her arms. I slept peacefully in my mother's arms, but had a long dream. I dreamed that we would live in a new house and never get wet again. After wandering for so many years, I miss my family more and more. How can we give up the years in the old house?

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My mother said I was naughty when I was a child. Even my father went to the roof to repair the house. I handed him the thatch and my mother told me to be careful down there. Dad always smiled knowingly, and then said, Yazi, I am sensible and know how to help my father. I was only three years old that year.

Those rusty marks, those worrying flowers and trees, and those thatched grass swaying in the wind have all indicated that the old house is nearly old, and my father has gritted his teeth and lived a good life. It was in this old house that he got his first black-and-white TV set and his first bicycle. The old house proves my father's struggle and determination for the future.

This is an old house belonging to our family, which has been eroded in the wind and rain for several years. She goes deep into the roots of the soil and protects our growth with all the trends of the years. Even if things change, there is no one in the deep alley. Even after a long time, all the life scenes of our family have clearly happened, and in the form of physical evidence, they have rightfully stayed and become unavoidable memories.

The back of the old house is covered with dark green moss and weeds, and the smell of grass and earth is moving and quiet around it. I deeply appreciate its long and gloomy historical texture released silently. One or two tiny bugs flew up from the grass and kissed the scenery on the branches. Many yellowed past events flowed out like streams along the cracks in memory. Although the barriers are clear and the boundaries between Han and Chu are clear, they still come out in a roundabout way, forming a bright and mellow affection in my heart, which is admirable and deeply touched.

The laughter and laughter carried here lingered in the sky for a long time, and those beautiful expectations were verified. Those beauties have become more and more perfect in the colorful colors of the city, and that affection has been fully displayed in the old house. Perhaps those mottles still verify the sufferings of previous lives and Cang Sang, but now my mind is full of thoughts, and I can't help crying when I touch the walls of old houses eroded by years.

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I miss my old house so much because I miss my parents. I finally know that my parents are old and are already going downhill. Maybe they will suffer the fate of being demolished like an old house. I've always wanted to wait for my promise to let my parents live a peaceful old age, but now I don't think so. I want to be more filial while my parents are still here. At least I won't feel so guilty after my parents leave.

How many times, my mother's gray hair stirred my inner pain, and how many times, my father's back bent like the sky made me cry. I vaguely saw my parents working in the old house, and my dream was filled with warm reminders. The mottled old figure of the old house was dying in the sunset.

When I got home, I began to like chatting with my parents, listening to them tell some interesting stories about the countryside and listening to them sigh about life. In fact, I cooked steaming meals for my parents. I clearly saw a tear in the corner of my mother's eye. Although it is not crystal clear, it is a happy satisfaction.

Cold smoke curled up in the distant mountains outside the window, and willows were soft. The drizzle is falling, knocking on the eaves of banana trees and knocking on the hearts of people in front of the window. The old house filled with a layer of ancient meaning and distance lurks an invisible force in a person's looking up, and that kind of unswerving maintenance has awakened my confidence and peace of mind in sticking to the next life.

The old house is a place where you can forget time and yourself. In this busy year, she grew up in the years when the moss was getting deeper and deeper, and experienced every ordinary time. Haitang remains, forgetful, does not shine, but silently exudes inner fragrance, which has been remembered by us for a long time.

Goodbye, old house! But I always believe that you will live in my heart forever.