A low wooden house with only a layer of gray tiles on the roof, time has eroded the door of the old house. And I lingered at the door, thinking about the ordinary little things.
Grandpa used to guard the old house. He likes to sit at the door, smoking cigarette after cigarette. And every time he choked his face red, he asked me to give him a back rub. The scene was repeated for several years.
and I remember that the setting sun at the door of the old house was falling and rising, rising and falling. Inadvertently, grandpa was gone. The door of the old house creaked in the wind, and only a sad heartache came out. After all, there was no one sitting at the door of the old house.
Later, she moved to a new house, but grandma insisted on staying in that old house. She didn't explain, just sat in silence like grandpa, and everyone couldn't disobey her. But a little sensible, I think, the door of this old house carries too much. When I come home from school, I like to do my homework on the small bench in front of the old house. For one thing, it's quiet there, and for another, I can keep my grandmother company. Grandma likes to nag about the past that I am curious about. Occasionally, old women in twos and threes gather at the door of the old house, talking about who will be buried first, as usual, just like pulling the family. But I occasionally hear grandma complain that the bad old man went too early. At that time, I don't know whether grandma leaned against the door or the door leaned against grandma. Alone, with tears in my eyes, I listened to her sob, but I couldn't cry.
after a long time, the old house has also become a crumbling dangerous house. The people in the village advised my father to tear down the house, but I refused. Of course, my father insisted on not agreeing. I remember him walking with me to the door of the padlock in the old house and listening to him mutter, "When I get old, I will still live in this house." I think I understand: my grandparents are all here, and my father thought he saw them at the door; And people near middle age, but also thought of their own home. At that time, I naively replied, "Dad, I will live in this house when I am old." Dad didn't say anything, touched the small wooden door, turned around and left. I think he doesn't want to cry at the door of the old house, for fear that his grandparents will be sad when they see it.
Now, I'm standing at the door of my old house, unwilling to push it away, for fear of touching the dusty past. But some things, like the door of an old house, have experienced too much, but they are still silent. I dare not disturb the silence and vicissitudes of this year, but I think there may only be a door between today and tomorrow, and we are all standing at the door of the years, recalling those past events and people.
I stood at the door of the old house, thinking about those ordinary little things. The door of the old house is locked by years. 2. Write a composition imitating steps to write about father building a house
Father likes building a house.
The houses built by my father are getting better and better! This is well-known in Sanli Wucun. As the local saying goes, the roots of the peasant family are deeply rooted under the eaves.
This shows the importance of houses to rural people. How many houses have my father built in his life? I'm afraid even he has to count carefully with his fingers broken.
when I was a child, my family was very poor. My parents worked hard in the production team for a year from morning till night, and it was only enough for our family to barely fill their stomachs. Every morning, as soon as the morning light whitened enough paper, my mother got up on the kang. She neatly combed her thick ear-length short hair, pulled out a small basket of sweet potatoes and two green radishes from the cellar, washed them, cut them into pieces, shredded the radishes, put them into a big pot, scooped up half a pot of water, grabbed a handful of big grains of salt, and cooked them on fire.
Maybe it's because the clear soup and clear water are too scarce. Mother thought about it, then took out a handful of peanuts from the porcelain jar where the grain was kept, put them in a mortar and pounded them, and added them to the pot, which added a little meat flavor to the pot. Mother calls this kind of rice salty rice.
this is what our family eats all day. I hate to eat sweet potatoes, which are not fresh at all, sticky, sweet or salty, and stuck in my throat and difficult to swallow; Even if I eat it, my stomach will protest, and I will be upset with loud gurgling.
many times, I looked at the pot full of rotten sweet potatoes, and I was so tight-faced that I wanted to cry. But mother said, besides sweet potatoes, where can I eat at home? The wheat in the production team has basically been handed over to the public grain, and the poor one is divided into a few kilograms for each family. We have to save it to build a house for your uncle and marry a wife! I don't remember my uncle. My mother said that she was a soldier in the army and would be demobilized this year.
My parents ask people for matchmaking everywhere, but people think that orphans and widows can't earn a few jobs, and life is hard. After many twists and turns, I finally settled a marriage in a neighboring village.
this daughter-in-law is quite frank, and she sent a message from the matchmaker: I am not afraid of not having a father, but only for the good of others! But on one condition, you must have a "nest" to live in when you pass the door, and you can't squeeze in with your uncle's house! Late at night, I woke up, and under the dim kerosene lamp, my father was still sitting in front of the kang, rolling dry cigarettes with my brother's homework paper, and kept smoking. The fireworks flickered on and off, and the father's face was clear and dim.
"... my father left us when I was ten years old ... my mother was weak, and she didn't advocate anything, so she couldn't support her family. My brother has relied on me since he was a child, treating me as both a brother and a father.
I can't treat him badly ... "Mother was silent for a long time and said flatly," Cover it, since I followed you, I admit it! But the family is so poor! There is nothing but two adobe houses, a simple wooden table for eating, and a heatable adobe sleeping platform for the whole family. Look at the empty home, parents are very worried.
On that day, my father returned a little piggy on credit from the market. Its white fur was like a layer of unmelted snow. On this clean background, it happened that a black rose was embroidered on each side of the belly, which was blooming beautifully. It wagged its bare little tail, looked straight at us with silly eyes, and purred with a look of great trust.
how lovely! Mother said: Don't be playful when you come back from school. Dig up vegetables and feed them. At the end of the year, I'll sell them to you to make new clothes and eat delicious pork stewed noodles. New clothes-what a temptation! I looked down at my patched grey trousers, and a complicated feeling crossed my mind.
At the head of the village that day, Xiaoye laughed with two boys that I was always picking up my brother's pants to wear, saying that I looked like a tomboy! Pork stewed vermicelli-my stomach began to growl, which is delicious only on August and Chinese New Year's Day every year! I licked my tongue, and my heart was full of joy! Attractive hope unfurls before our eyes, and people can give birth to infinite strength. Every day, my two brothers and three people compete with each other to dig wild vegetables in baskets around the fields. When I go home, I chop it up and mix it with a little bran.
Watching the little pig eat greedily and grow up day by day, the smooth white hair glowed with bright luster, and the two black roses became more and more brilliant and ostentatious, with dense sweetness in their hearts. Break your fingers day by day.
spring has come and summer has come. "Indus flower, purple mother-in-law, turned around and opened the green radish, which attracted cicadas to sing, cicadas, cicadas, and she was telling me: I am thirsty, I am thirsty."
The cicada flew away, and the leaves of the phoenix tree withered. The yellow leaves on the trunk were absorbed by the autumn sun, and when the cool wind blew, they fell feebly and covered the yard. The flowers, clothes and pork, like having life, came alive in front of my eyes, shaking my eyes.
The firecrackers in the Spring Festival are singing, and I am wearing a brand-new flowered trousers and gown, dragging my mother's hand across the street to pay New Year greetings. Aunties and aunts kept cooing: Oh, lad, it's like Hua Hudie today. How handsome! Xiaoye looked at me with blinking eyes and said nothing; I raised my eyebrows at her and said loudly: It's time to go home for dinner-my mother cooked pork stewed vermicelli for me! Thinking like this, I woke up from my dream again and again, smiling all over my face, and my mouth watered for a long time.
The end of the year is finally here. That exciting moment is just around the corner! On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, dad was going to kill the pig, and the whole family was like celebrating the New Year. Early in the morning, even my brother, who usually likes to sleep late, got up early, and mother cleaned the yard clean.
The invited butchers and helpful neighbors also came. My father moved the door of the pigsty. Suddenly, Little Pig saw so many strangers gathered around, and he was a little timid. He looked at his mother piteously and refused to come out of the pigsty. Mother was holding a handful of green vegetables in her hand, calling it "Liu Liu" in her mouth. Flower pig hesitated, but she couldn't resist the temptation of green vegetables and hesitated to walk out of the circle door.
Several men quickly stepped forward and quickly overturned it, tying it up. The little pig struggled desperately, and the snow-white coat was covered with dust, and the two beautiful Chinese roses faded instantly.
it screamed desperately, and the sound stung my heart. My stomach suddenly hurt, and I hid in the house, and tears came out quietly ... With a piercing howl of Little Pig, the yard gradually quieted down.
I quickly rushed out of the house, and when I stood in the courtyard again, Little Pig-no, the two complete pork plates were already lying neatly on Tuzi's wooden cart. Tu Zi wiped her hands, took out a crumpled handful of money from her greasy cotton-padded jacket pocket and counted it out. 3. Imitate "Folk Houses with Different Characteristics", titled "My Home", and explain the text, which should be used to explain
where is your hometown? For example, quadrangles in Beijing, caves in northern Shaanxi, yurts … you can write about its structure, appearance, use and so on. Look up information on the Internet, find the characteristics of residential buildings in your hometown, and then write it down after imitating the structure of the text!
Example: Describe the quadrangle in Beijing
When you come to Beijing, you will definitely see the quadrangle, which is the main architectural form in Beijing.
The gate of a quadrangle is generally located in the southeast corner or northwest corner. The north room in the courtyard is the main room, which is built on a masonry abutment, which is larger than other houses and is the owner's living room. There are east and west wings on both sides of the yard, which are the places where the younger generations live. There is a corridor between the main room and the wing, which can be used for people to walk and rest. The walls of quadrangles and houses facing the street generally do not open windows, and the environment in the courtyard is closed and quiet.
There are quadrangles of all sizes in Beijing, but no matter how big or small, they are all made up of courtyards surrounded by houses on all sides. The simplest quadrangle has only one yard, and the more complicated one has two or three yards. The deep house compound where rich people live is usually composed of several quadrangles side by side. There is also a partition wall in the middle.
The quadrangle in Beijing is an inner courtyard house surrounded by houses in the east, west, south and north. Beijing quadrangles, as the main architectural form that old Beijingers have lived in for generations, are well-known at home and abroad and are well known all over the world.
Secondly, the composition of quadrangles has its uniqueness. Its courtyard is spacious and spacious, the houses on all sides are independent, and there are verandas connecting each other, which is very convenient for living; Closed houses make quadrangles have strong privacy, and closed doors come from heaven and earth; In the courtyard, all four doors open to the courtyard, and the family and the United States are happy; The spacious courtyard can also plant trees and flowers, feed birds and fish, and stack rocks and scenery, so that residents can enjoy the beauty of nature.
The quadrangle is a kind of combined building form in civil houses in North China, which is a square or rectangular courtyard. A family, living in a closed yard, living a comfortable, leisurely and quiet life, enjoying the joy of family and family, naturally has a relaxed atmosphere. 4. Write a composition about your house, and what is the structure of the house? 6 words
The house is a place where human beings live, a symbol of human conquest of nature and their own development.
It was not until Banpo clan period that human beings created their own houses-stone houses piled up with their hands. The roof of this stone house is covered with grass and is conical. The shape of the house is irregular, and half of the house is below the ground. Several such houses got together and became the village at that time.
Later, with the development of human culture and technology, people began to build houses according to pre-designed schemes. As a result, wooden houses and stone houses carved and scientifically spliced by people, as well as various forms of houses with wood, stone and soil, were built in large numbers, and even developed into large-scale palace buildings and temple buildings. Due to the differences in history, culture or customs, people of different nationalities have created different kinds of houses. The bamboo building of the Dai people in Yunnan has two floors, with people living on the upper floor and horses tied on the lower floor, which is convenient, safe, cool and hygienic; People on the high loess slopes adjust measures to local conditions, dig for houses and build rows of caves that are warm in winter and cool in summer; The Mongolian people on the grassland have even created a movable house felt bag to shelter from the wind and snow and move at will. There are many kinds of houses, all of which show the hardships and greatness of human creation.
Modern houses have undergone great changes in essence. People no longer rely solely on natural materials, but use artificial materials such as reinforced concrete, and pay more attention to the decoration inside and outside the house. For example, the walls are inlaid with tiles and even coated with gold powder, which makes the houses resplendent and dazzling. These buildings, both in structure and appearance, far exceed the ancient houses.
People engage in activities in various houses, so it can be said that houses have become an indispensable part of human living environment.
As we all know, humans have been separated from animals since the day they learned to make tools. Since human beings can make and use tools, of course, while filling their stomachs, they also think of creating a comfortable habitat for themselves.
Modern society has entered a period of rapid development of science and technology. There has been a new breakthrough in the performance and function of houses. For example, some houses can resist earthquakes. A fort-shaped house in California, USA, experienced a 6.2-magnitude earthquake, but it was "unmoved"; Some houses can simulate the space environment outside the earth and become space stations on the earth.
Modern houses are no longer just shelters for people to shelter from the wind and rain, but provide laboratories and workshops for production, scientific research and all the development of modern civilization.
Due to the rapid increase of population, the demand for houses is so great that people have to develop into the sky, so skyscrapers have sprung up. According to statistics, a 3-story skyscraper can accommodate the population of a medium-sized city.
The earliest houses should be pushed into caves covered with hay where cavemen live. I'm afraid this kind of house is more of a gift from nature than human labor.
With the development of science and technology and more and more human desires, in the future, human beings will not be satisfied with living only on the earth's continent, and the appearance of "Dragon Palace under the Sea", "Planet Villa" and "Castle in the Air" will probably be near. The pupil outdoes the master. 5. Imitate the composition "My Paradise" in 3 words
My Paradise Composition in 3 words
Everyone has a paradise, where they grow up and mature. Today, I want to talk about my paradise-my grandpa's old house.
In my memory, I often played hide-and-seek with my friends. Under the table, under the bed and even in the vat, it became a good place for us to hide.
as time goes on, I grow up gradually.