In my more than fifty years of life, I have moved several times and lived in several different houses, but I have a special affection for the old house in my hometown. This old house holds many childhood memories for me. Although my childhood years were also bitter, compared with the happiness and carefreeness I once had, it was just a spice that life gave me that I couldn’t give up.
The old Ethiopians Sugardaddy house in my memory is a yellowed adobe house. It has neither a shiny surface nor a snow-white interior wall. It’s that kind of adobe house that always makes me feel excited and full of thoughts when I think about it.
”Everyone has his own hometown, and there is an old house hiding in the bottom of everyone’s heart.” When I read this sentence, I understood the weight of hometown in the author’s heart, and I also understood the importance of the old house hiding in the author’s heart. How deep is the position in my heart. With me, why not?
In my memory, the old house was only one and a half rooms in size.Ethiopia Sugar Daddy There is also a half-sized room on the side, where the grandparents, the fourth uncle and the fifth uncle who were not yet married, lived. I heard from my mother that the house was built when my grandmother was still alive. Although the house was small at that time, it was an extremely warm home in my heart.
The fragrance of flowers in spring, the crow of roosters in the chicken coop in the yard in the early morning and the chirping of birds on the albizia trees always wake me up early from my sleep. With sleepy eyes, I suddenly became interested when I saw the morning light filling the paper window. It must be impatient and want to bring spring into the old house. Mother understands them. My mother, who loves cleanliness, always likes to open the window in the early morning when spring is hot and the flowers are blooming. Mother first gently pushed open the wooden lattice window. If you’re notmEthiopians Sugardaddyoving forward, you’re falling back., then use a forked poleET Escorts Support it and fix it. And at that moment, I was delighted with the scent of flowers outside the window in the early morning. I closed my eyes and felt the wisps of In the midEthiopia Sugardle of every difficulty lies opportunitEthiopia Sugar Daddyy. The fragrance will make me intoxicated. I also like to look at the chirping birds on the branches outside the window and watch them jumping happily among the green leaves of the branches. I envy their unfettered leisure. I prefer to watch the spring scenery pouring in from the window. The spring scenery is so beautiful! They lay playfully on the flower quilt that had not yet been folded up. The flowers on the flower quilt seemed to be activated by the spring scenery, and they seemed to have just bloomed at that moment. Look, they are so charming and charming as they stretch out in the spring scenery. Although the flower quilt had been washed and faded, it was dyed with new colors by the spring scenery at that moment. The old house is awakened by spring, and the New Year paintings on the adobe walls of the house are also awakened. The face of the fat baby holding the goldfish in the New Year picture was also illuminated by the spring scenery, and he wanted to run down and outside the house excitedly. And can the children in the house still sit still?
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The village woke up. Smoke rises from the kitchen, and grandpa comes out of the old house, standing on the high mountain in the yard doing radio gymnastics. This is a required course he takes every day after returning to his hometown from the city to recuperate. Grandpa is dressed like those soldiers in childhood movies, with a faded green military uniform and a pair of whitened green military shoes on his feet. My grandfather was an old revolutionary. The injuries he sustained during the war caused him to relapse and had to retire and return to his hometown to recuperate. But my grandfather’s military sentiment has never changed. In my memory, my grandfather is the image of a soldier. I am often proud of my grandfather. Grandma is different. She always appears in a typical peasant woman’s dress. He wears a black coat with a wide collar on his lower body, a pair of black crotchless pants on his lower body, and leggings of the same color on his calves. On her feet are a pair of old black cloth shoes, with white cloth socks inside as standard. The grandma in my Ethiopians Sugardaddy memory, although dressed in this way, is no different from other village women, but the tall and beautiful grandma is the one Someone who makes you take a second look just by standing in a crowd. This abstract image of grandma will always be fixed in the depths of my memory. ET Escorts When grandpa does radio exercises, grandma Ethiopia SugarET Escorts held a ladle of grains for chickens and ducks in her hand, calling her beloved poultry “clucking” . The poultry understood grandma’s call, and surrounded her with “cluck, cluck, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!”
”Don’t just be greedy and don’t lay eggs.” I don’t know if they can understand grandma’s expectationsEthiopians EscortHope, after eating, he went to the hospital and chased after himself.
Mother took advantage of her free time when she was not working in the fields to take care of her vegetable garden. Grandma disdains farm work, so the hardworking and virtuous mother takes care of the entire yard work alone. Grandpa Ethiopians Escort Grandma is used to this kind of life. No matter how tired my mother is, she never expresses dissatisfaction or a word of complaint in front of her parents-in-law. Very lazy. My mother used a hoe to dig up and loosen the soil, and I also used a small hoe to imitate my mother’s ET Escorts appearanceET Escorts follows closely. Often, it is unintentionally ET Escorts that I turn to Just an earthworm, or a bug, and I would stop and watch them squirm and crawlEthiopians Escort looked very happy. Occasionally, a chicken would peck away the earthworms or insects when I wasn’t paying attention. I was so angry that I grabbed the dirt under my feet and threw it at it. It twisted its back to me with a “cluck” sound, and even slapped its wings, which was obviously a petition to me. With such a lesson When I find earthworms or bugs, I simply put them in a can to prevent them from eating. After I have seen enough of their performance, I call the poultry to eat. The way they grabbed the food seemed to satisfy my little sense of achievement. I also imitated my grandma’s tone: “Don’t just be greedy and don’t lay eggs.
These are all very warm pictures that remain in my memory, but with the addition of tombs in the ancestral tombs, the people in the pictures have become hot in my memory. And I don’t dare to touch those warm pictures easily. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop crying when I think of my loved ones in the pictures.
Time flies. When the mother planted spring in the vegetable garden in the yard, the birds also did their lucky thing in spring – building nests. Under the eaves and fences, homes belonging to them have settled down one by one. When they are hungry or thirsty, they fly out to find food and water. Or, they quietly look for their lovers, say their love words, and then reproduce. The best revenge is massive success. The best revenge is massive success. The harmonious symbiosis between humans, birds, and nature can only be achieved when the birds reproduce. Speaking of the harmonious coexistence between humans and birds, I recall the story of my younger brother digging out bird’s nests.
I clearly remember the eaves Ethiopia Sugar in the old house of my childhood and the roof of the hall in the old house There is a bird’s nest everywhere. My younger brother was very naughty when he was young. He loved to fight inside and was not honest at home. Besides bullying us girls, I just like to mess with those bird’s nests. He couldn’t get enough of the bird’s nest in the main hall with bamboo poles, so he simply went to the bird’s nest under the eaves. The young man didn’t know where he got the strength, so he moved the ladder to the bird’s nest, climbed up and dug out the bird’s nest. When he happily took out an egg and wanted to take out a second one, his compassionate grandmother happened to see him and stopped him.
“My eldest grandson, please put the eggs quicklyReturning to the bird’s nest, it will have a small life in the near future. “Grandma held the ladder: “Come down quickly, my eldest grandson, Ethiopia Sugar Daddy If it falls, how can I follow him? Your mother handed over.
“Grandma, I want to eat bird eggs.” In those days when food and clothing were scarce, a bird egg was extremely tempting.
“Come on down, grandma will boil eggs for you to eat.” Those are eggs to replenish the body of grandpa who has relapsed. Grandma is willing to give up.
I knew that the egg my brother had in his mouth that day must be very fragrant and delicious. It was an egg that tasted like grandma’s love. From then on, the younger brother no longer dug out the bird’s nest. In the two bird’s nests in the old house, new lives are always born every year.
In my memory, my mother worked in the fields during the day, and my grandfather and grandmother were responsible for taking care of us. Grandpa is often the hands-off shopkeeper in the house, but he is willing to take a walk on the alley or chat with the old people squatting against the wall. Grandma sometimes complained that Grandpa ignored family affairs, and Grandpa said: “I went around the village to observe the people’s sentiments and public sentiments.”
Grandma did not want Grandpa to meddle in other people’s business, “You are not a village cadre. Don’t be a nuisance.
Grandpa always looks upright: Ethiopians Sugardaddy“I am an old party member, and I have to understand the sentiments and sentiments of the people.
As time passed, grandma was too lazy to say anything, and grandpa was still the same, so everything was fine.
The old house never grows old, and there are new stories every day. When spring waves goodbye to us, the hot summer is always afraid of coming too late, and the vegetables in the yard are always there. And the flowers are growing like crazy.
Vegetables such as luffa, grapes, lentils, cowpeas, cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants, and peppers are blooming, and morning glories are growing all over the fence. The courtyard is like a small garden, full of vitality. The green loofahs are hanging down, which compares beautifully with the hanging cowpeas.
“Look, how strong I am. “Luffa is self-righteous.
“Oh, look at how beautiful you are. What age are you ET Escorts? There are still people who like thick waists. Please understand how slim I am. “Cowpea was unwilling to show off.
Lai Putao listened quietly and remained silent. Tomato Ethiopians Escort seemed unconvinced , couldn’t help but hit them back: “Understand the situationBesides, my pink color is sweet and sour, so everyone loves it.
Vegetables each have their own personalities Ethiopians Sugardaddy and tempers, and those who are silent just have their own reasons. Morning glories don’t just climb the fence, their ultimate goal is the roof of the house. You see, while they were quarreling, someone climbed to the roof and was playing a trumpet and looking around.
The roof of the old house is covered with morning glories of various colors. The old house beautifully and quietly feels the giving of morning glories. The old house is younger and more eye-catching. The dust in the old house is hidden in the soft red. The people in the old house sleep in the flower room and have their own dreams.
The beauty of spring and summer in the old house is colorful, but the autumn of the old house has a mature beauty.
I often think of the autumn in my hometown, and the pictures of the old house in autumn will frequently flash back frame by frame.
Harvest in autumn and hide in winter. After all the busy activities in the countryside, every family’s yard and house were dyed and painted by autumn. Autumn is truly a natural painter. Straws and corn stalks, with a spring color, were piled into piles and piled up in the yard, facing the old house. Sorghum Red hid in the grain cave of the old house, contemplating her dream. My mother dried the peppers harvested in the small vegetable garden and hung the red strings under the eaves of the old house. Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going. The sun is never stingy. Life has no limitations, except the ones you make. The love of all things on earth, with the caress of the sun, the strings of red peppers are bright, dazzling, and dazzling. How festive! Ethiopia Sugar DaddyThe old house smiled. Laowu’s smile is so bright and real. Ethiopia Sugar DaddySunflower, with its proud head always facing the sun, is the sun in the eyes of children, and is the affectionate attachment of the old house. . I have gazed at the old house affectionately many times, always sighing that I could not keep that short time. After finally being harvested by the hard-working and capable mother, it was dried on the roof of the old house. Now, the old house embraces the sunflower with its broad mind, and feeling its temperature is the best gift that mother gave to the old house in autumn.
The old house has harvested spring, summer and autumnHow could I refuse Dong’s love as a gift? The winter in my hometown is peaceful and lively. Why are there so few of these linings in the old house?
A snowstorm turns the village into a white world. The old house quietly feels Ethiopia Sugar Daddy. Snowflakes are falling on its roof, and the thick snow seems to be for the old man. The roof was covered with a thick white quilt. After it melted, froze, and melted again, there were rows of icicles in front of the eaves, like white beards growing on the old house. The children jumped to reach for the icicles, and if they were lucky, they could break a section and chew the winter fun in their mouths. The white beard in the old house lost a section but did not understand the pain. It looked at the children playing with great joy and smiled silently. The withered grass on the roof was shaking in the howling cold wind, but it refused to fall. Just like this old house, it has stood firm despite the wind, frost, rain and snow.
In winter, the nights are long and the days are short. The kerosene lamp lit up the old house early, and the moon climbed up the treetops and into the house, illuminating the hearts of everyone in the old house. Under the kerosene lamp, we read and did homework, and in our ears we heard the “squeak” of our mother’s spinning wheel. The flame of the kerosene lamp was jumping, and the house cat lying on the bed said “meow, meow” and caught the shadow of the flame projected by the kerosene lamp on the adobe wall. It is simple and happy, and a beating shadow will stir its thoughts. I don’t understand what kind of feeling it will be like when it can’t capture the real thing. Perhaps my worries are a bit unnecessary.
Thinking about things that have nothing to do with me, I fell asleep listening to the “squeaking” sound of the spinning wheel. Accompanying her mother, Ethiopia Sugar is just an oil lamp and a silent old house. The old house that carries the joy of my childhood not only witnessed my growth, but also witnessed my mother’s hard work and expenditure.
Later, my mother and we moved into the city to reunite with my father. Although the family lived in a relatively bright house, and the electric light in the house replaced the kerosene lamp, even though it was thousands of times brighter than the kerosene lamp, I still felt that it was not as bright as the kerosene lamp. The flame of the kerosene lamp is warm. At night, I always lose sleep when sleeping on the bed, which is not as good as sleeping on the big kang in an old house. The houses in the city do not have chimneys like the old houses, nor do they have firewood, stoves, or large iron pots. The meals cooked by gas stoves naturally lack the fragrance of chewing on the lips and teeth. What’s present is not only the smoke, but also the human smoke in my heart. Can the food smell fragrant?
Later, when the village was reorganized after the earthquake, the old house where I was born and raised was torn down. When I returned to my hometown, there was no trace of the old house. I don’t know if the old house felt any pain when it was knocked down. I am Ethiopians Escort and it hurts in my heart.