"The wind blows gently, the leaves sway gently, and time hangs on the old treetops. Red bricks, gray tiles, short beams, and stories are covered with fences and walls..." Listen to this song "Starry Sky" "Old House Under the Sky", the song seems to go through the tunnel of time, bringing people back to childhood and thinking of those old houses, and it is a night when the sky is full of stars. The old house under the stars is so quiet and so old, but the memory is getting more and more. The clearer it becomes, although the journey is far away, I am here in the city, illuminated by the moonlight in the city, and the days are like water. When I think of the old house standing in the wind and rain, accompanied by the gentle words murmuring in the memory , daydreams are floating with indelible memories...
Reminiscing about my childhood, the seaside in my hometown, the crescent moon, the starry sky, the moonlight shines through the old treetops, rows of rows of sea A mud house made of mud, and occasionally a few red brick houses can be seen in the mud house. On a windy and rainy night, the earthen house began to leak. The wet earthen walls were swaying in the wind and rain, and the rain was beating on the wooden windows. My mother guarded us throughout the night, and we fell asleep quietly in her arms. At dawn, I took my younger brother to play in the water with my bare feet at the door. The water splashed high when I stepped on the rain. I smelled the fragrance of the earth with the smell of sea mud. I was full of childlike fun, but my mother was very melancholy and said that this would not work. A red brick house is to be built. Soon, she discussed with her father and then her uncle. Later, a truck transported the red bricks to the edge of the village, and the red bricks were piled into a hill on the roadside. One Sunday, my father came back from the city and said he would take the car to the mountains to quarry stones. My mother said that after the stones were collected, we could start building red brick houses. The day after his father came back, he went to collect stones, intending to transport the materials back to the land where his ancestors had lived for generations and build a red brick house. My mother worked very hard to carry the red bricks from the edge of the village to this land one by one. You can imagine the hardship. One person almost vomited blood while carrying the bricks. Fortunately, there were some kind-hearted neighbors and uncles who helped. That pile of red bricks was just moved to that piece of land. Just when he was looking forward to his father collecting the stones to start construction, news came that his father was hit in the foot by a stone during the quarrying process. That day, I was still standing at the door of the small earthen house. I saw my uncle carrying my father back, and my mother was crying. At that time, I was not familiar with the world, and I only saw my father's foot covered with bandages and gauze... …
The red house in my hometown was not built after all. Later, the car from my father’s work unit took my father to the city for treatment, and then we also left our hometown and went to live in the city. The old house that keeps getting wet under the light rain, the scene of running in the rain, the rainbow after the rain is so colorful, the sea and the blue sky, the swallows flying under whose roof, the red dragonflies flying The way I went to catch it, that starry night, the scene of me sleeping in that old house, in my mother's arms, is a memory that will never go away and cannot be forgotten...
Time has changed, But the old house is always in my heart, and the appearance of the red house that was originally built is also in my heart. It is my hometown, and I will always have the tenderest childhood memories, even though he is very poor.
Over the years, the red house has always been a blueprint for my ideas. I will eventually build a red house in my hometown! When the melody of this song sounds again, my reverie is endless...