35 sentences describing village houses

1. After years of baptism, deep wrinkles were carved on the face of this old house.

Second, the furnishings of the small shack are very simple, with only one single bed. A small cupboard. And a wheelchair.

Third, the shabby mud hut was empty, except for a small black-and-white TV that said "Donate somewhere".

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

An old house beside the road is exquisite, made of red brick and cement, with a white roof and many exquisite patterns carved on it.

6. The attic of the old house is still there, but it is empty. The box in the corner, the belly is also bright and broken, and the old weight falls asleep on the ground.

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

Eight, the old house, simple and quiet, long and cordial, old and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the old cracks, which are more greasy after being wet by rain.

Nine, 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.

Ten, the old house on the ancient street still maintained the appearance of the year, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, the carved doors and windows are no longer bright, and the bright hall has been woven with cobwebs.

Eleven, the countryside used to be earthen houses. The safety of adobe houses is very low, and it is easy to collapse, and the soil inside is easy to fall. The worst thing is that it rains. Some houses have heavy rain outside and light rain inside.

Twelve, the old house often leaks rain. When it rains, water drips. At that time, the family suffered a disaster. It's very busy to move the bed and take the washbasin.

13. Walking into Guxiang, lanes paved with bluestones, less than two meters wide, are sandwiched between antique old houses, because there is no end at the corner, and misty rain lingers like a dream.

Fourteen, rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only warm and long-lasting reverie. I want to know how to pick up the time when the wall peeled off.

Many houses are made of tiles, grass and stones. In my home, there is only a small black and white TV, and the TV images are very colorful. There are only a few shabby old wooden beds in each room.

16. Look, some houses are made of rosewood, and they are finely carved. When you step into the inner hall, you will smell the fragrance of red sandalwood, and some eaves are slightly worn, as if telling people that they have a long history.

17. I saw a low and shabby house standing dangerously beside strangers. The smoke from the kitchen rises from the back of the old house, like a white silk that keeps dancing, and slowly climbs to the top of a tall tree, silently wrapping it.

When I look at it carefully again, it looks even more vicissitudes. The rusty iron fence seems to peel off at the touch. The white walls are already yellow and black. Standing in this familiar corner always brings back memories of the past.

On entering the room, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right. When I came to this narrow house, all I saw was a worn-out TV set, a table and some chairs. It's really humble

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

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 room.

22. 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.

From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture under the sunlight. 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 wander under the bushes.

I remember my grandmother once told me that before I was born, she lived in an old house. This old house is dirty and messy, and it has been handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is very small, and the family has only one room, where they eat and sleep.

Twenty-five, the previous hometown lived in bungalows, and some people lived in straw houses. These short houses are dilapidated. When winter comes, the cold wind blows in, as cold as an ice room. Few people live in brick houses, and the black smoke from the roof hangs over the sky, making people feel breathless.

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 is covered with moss, and the accumulated water left by the rain drips from the eaves, which makes the road slippery and the shoes dirty by the mud.

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 that they are in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea and laughing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

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 front, back and west of the house. There is no noise and pollution in small towns, and there is hard irrigation and nourishment from the river. Therefore, this vegetable garden is unique and grows gratifying.

Twenty-nine, the old house here refers to the ancient houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style. It features tiles, whitewashed walls and horsehead walls, brick carvings, wood carvings and stone carvings as decorative features, and high houses, deep wells and halls as household features, which embodies the mountain features, geomantic will and regional aesthetic tendency of ancient Huizhou.

30. This room is separated by a lattice frame, and grandma lives in it, and there are some things that are convenient to take and put. The room in the lake is dark, and the light refracts from between the door panels, forming a small light spot on the wall and the ground, and a lot of dust jumps up and down in this light spot. At that time, the Federation of Trade Unions lamented in their hearts.

It is exquisite, made of red bricks and cement, and many exquisite patterns are engraved on the white roof. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture under the sunlight. 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 wander under the bushes.

32. The thatched cottage is empty. On a smelly and dirty blanket, there is a broken pillow and one or two books with missing pages. 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 next to the blanket. There is a cupboard with rotten wood on the right side of the wooden table.

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 in bloom. Climbing vines are particularly green and climb the wall very tightly. Branches and vines wrapped around the cold, spread all over the wall, and tenaciously guarded the yard with their own bodies.

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

Thirty-five, we followed my aunt to a shabby old house with four or five rooms, which were built in a row and had two floors. The ground floor room is made of nearly 65,438+0 meters of stone with an earth wall on it. The stone is a little dark, and the earth wall is mottled, as if telling the age, and some doors have disappeared. We climbed the winding wooden stairs carefully. The walls of the room on the second floor were made of wooden boards, all of which were black.