The story in the old house, the most touching thing in the story of grandpa s old house

This is my grandfather's legacy of the rotten burning Bicheng, to me here can be regarded as a descendant of the descendants, the desolate old house like a weathered old man walked the road of life, the shadow of this old house has been deeply engraved in my mind, regardless of the changes of the times, I can hardly forget to walk into, Laos opened the gray wooden door, it was full of dust, walked to the house A ray of sunlight shone in the room, and the sun shone on the dust Elf danced in the air, I saw that the mottled earth wall cracked and cracked on the corner of the roof with some cobwebs, and the tiles on the ground were also covered with a thick layer of gray dust, and there was a vague ** on the wall, no matter what**, thick dust.

Today, I read a story about "Grandpa's Old House", which focuses on the story of Grandpa taking his little grandson back to the alley where he lived in childhood. There are old buildings with unique structures, family peach trees full of white flowers in the courtyard, and the cool breeze blowing to the entrance of the alley with the sound of neighbors' cordial conversations, like a flowing paper scroll. The grandfather and grandson sat on the stairs of the old Fang Lu Chi Shenzi, stroking the deep and shallow wood grains on it, as if returning to the time when his grandfather was a child.

Grandpa told the story of a little tailor and a tabby cat who used to live here. The two-line narrative of reality and memory is staggered and parallel, showing the moving story of the old alley and the strong neighborhood affection in the flow of time and space. In reality, my grandmother and grandfather's family also have six old houses in the countryside.

Grandma and grandpa are too old to farm. In the winter, my mother and aunt took my grandmother and grandfather to live in the city. When the weather warms up, they go back to their rural hometowns.

During the summer vacation, my sister-in-law's brother and I would stay for a few days. The old house has six rooms and two large bungalows with a large courtyard in the middle. My little brother and I used to run around with the little cart that my grandfather used to pull apples, and there was a vegetable garden next to my grandmother's house.

In the summer, you can have all kinds of vegetables, and you don't have to go to the market to buy them, which is very convenient. I heard my grandmother tell me, "This vegetable garden used to be a pile of stones, and when my mother was a child, she used to climb on it disobediently to play, and my grandmother trained me many times not to climb up again. However, once my mother fell from it naughtily and her head was broken, and now my mother still has a scar on her forehead.

Grandpa's house is full of apple trees in front of and behind the house, because grandma's apples are particularly famous. Qixia apples - famous all over the country. At night, the neighbors all took a fan and a small maza, fanning mosquitoes while coming to the door of the grandmother's house to cool off.

Adults chatting about homely things, children playing games. It's a good feeling! My cousin and I were reluctant to leave every time we went back to the city.

Grandma and grandpa are the same, they always feel uncomfortable living in the city, and they are not as lively as the old houses in the countryside. Reading this book made me understand how lively the city is, and no matter how dilapidated the houses in the countryside are, they are the memories of the old people.