Lin Shuting
The story of the old house can be told from the ancient style of the Jiangnan town with its white walls and tiles to the thriving and prosperous modern city. Each slate is a story, a long story, a warm story, a subtle and timeless story ......
The old house is not old - the roof of the clouds, carved dragons and phoenixes, the beams, the reddish wooden door, the moss The charming stone walls, and the breathtakingly beautiful leaky courtyard filled with the scent of acacia blossoms. Green stone lane platform door deep, oval pink wall corridor shed long, dark gray tile eaves flowed through the red cherry, green bar, banana yellow, chrysanthemum, white snow plums of the seasons of the year. In the passing years, the old house has witnessed one frost, wind, snow and rain after another, but it has not collapsed, and it has stood by peacefully. It is so unique and beautiful among the skyscrapers that are springing up.
Decades ago, such simple buildings were very common. The old house is still very clear in my mind, and I can't help but notice that the old house is still very clear in my mind, and the old house is still very clear in my mind, and the old house is still very clear in my mind. The old house is still clearly remembered, that period of sunrise and sunset years. At that time, the town still had one green hill after another. The blue is the background of the green, the mountain. Green precipitation, little by little, little by little intoxicated, and finally quietly hidden in the blue skyline. At that time, the people, hard-working and simple, peaceful and happy. People will not let go of the good weather full of sunshine. When the sound of the rooster knocking on the door, the man will take up the hoe on the road; virtuous women to the old and clean bedding and washed winter cotton clothes drying on the bamboo poles in front of the old house, the door is a flowery scene; river pond is humming the ballad of the ducks by the side of the child, standing in the child eyelashes in the water droplets reflect the endless green and angry Jiangnan water township.
The reddish color of the old house door of the sunset, fall and rise, rise and fall. Time has changed the face of the town in silence.
After the reform and opening up, people's tiled houses are getting older and brighter, the slate has become a shiny cement road; every household has a telephone line, the walls are painted with yellow and red powder, pasted with colorful posters for the construction of a new countryside; the sound of whistles shuttling in the town's streets and alleys, slapping the curtains of every household ...... people are living a new life. The days have become busy and full of life. All this, the old house to see in the eyes, happy in the heart.
Gradually, busy people also know how to enjoy life. After tea, in the evening, people often gather in groups in front of the old house, boiling water hot cups, gossiping. No need to start, no need to transition, no matter what the plot, no matter how it ends. From themselves to their neighbors, from family matters to national affairs, people talk excitedly about the new atmosphere of Zhangzhou City and the new changes in the countryside. There is also often a group of energetic old ladies, groups of square dancing in front of the old house, all joyful, full of red. The old house is also often with the leaping music to follow the crowd together with joy, the square is constantly laughing, stories. The gentle night fell in love with the town, heaven and earth is, a hazy piece of neon lights reflecting the ink-colored buildings, as if a written ink painting, thick and thin, thick and thin, the town's beauty and prosperity in the night quietly fainted ......
The old house accompanied the people through the winter and snow in early summer, peaceful and contented. With the development of the times, the town's economy is increasingly taking off, a block of high-rise buildings rise, hard-working and honest people also took advantage of the superior geographical conditions to run a resort ...... old house happy and happy.
Until that day, a piece of paper notice, handed to the hands of the owner of the old house, here will be the old city remodeling, a new sports plaza will be located here, for more people to serve. The old house was silent, a faint sadness swept through the heart, it quietly stared at the eyes of its beloved land, eyes deep and heavy. How he would like to have all this beauty in his heart for eternity, he thought. Every inch of this place is filled with deep love and memories, and he doesn't want to leave. But more than anything, he wanted to see the smiling faces of healthy, happy people.
The old house closed its eyes calmly, hiding all the beauty in the depths of memory. The old house, the old house in its old age, was buried y in this dear land.
A few years later, a wide stadium came into being. People relaxed, played sports, took walks, laughed and talked, beaming with joy. The old house, sleeping peacefully, is quietly listening, listening ......
(The author is a senior student of Yunxiao No.1 Middle School)