In the evening, I marked the composition for the students, and a topic jumped into my eyes: the old house. After all, the student's composition is immature. It only makes a vivid description of the old house. It can't talk about true feelings. On the contrary, it gives people a feeling of affectation and moaning without illness. But it gave me a chance to think and drag my thoughts to the old house in my hometown not far or near.
The old house where I was born is in an ordinary village at the foot of Qiao mountain. The village is low in the South and high in the north. Every courtyard faces south. In front of the door is a small forest, mixed with all kinds of trees that can be seen in my hometown, especially toon, catalpa, Sophora japonica and mulberry. To the south of the forest is the wheat field. During the wheat harvest season, everyone takes it as a good place to cool off. Some simply move their recliner or mat under the tree and sleep in the shade of the tree. The happiest thing for the children is to walk around under the thick mulberry tree and pick up the purple red mature mulberry that fell off. Adults sometimes shake the mulberry trees hard, shake down the ripe ones, pick up some home and give them to the children.
My family is in the east of the village. There are four families, all of whom are within five clothes. The courtyard is very large, with more than one mu of land. The four families are divided into two front and rear courtyards, which are connected by an earth kiln cave in the middle. Therefore, there are double caves in the north, similar to the inner and outer floors of Beijing Quadrangle. My house is in the front yard. Next to the front door is five inverted buildings facing north and south. In the East is the house where grandpa and grandma live. Next to the half door opening in and out of the front door are my parents, my second uncle and my little uncle. In the west is the three buildings I built when I was going to start a family, all of which are called West buildings. There are three caves on the cliff in the north. My kitchen is in the west, one in the middle is another uncle's, and the cave before and after communication is in the East, which is much smaller than these two.
What I remember most is the cave for the kitchen. Because the earth cliff is not high, the cave is five feet high and more than one foot below the ground. To enter the kitchen, you have to go down two earth steps. There is an earth Kang on the left side, and the north end of the Kang is connected to the stove. In winter, my grandparents moved to this kiln, commonly known as "even the stove". They had three meals a day. With the heat of cooking, the earth Kang was always warm, and the cave was characterized by warm winter and cool summer. Therefore, when it snowed in winter, the family crowded into the cave and didn't go anywhere. The scene of happiness and harmony was still vivid. When I came back from school, my grandmother let me warm on the Kang, and the cold suddenly disappeared. Because of cooking, there are no people living in the cave in summer. It is only used as a kitchen, but when you come back from school or work, it is hot and thirsty. The well water prepared for cooking in the cave has become an excellent summer drink. The water is as cool as what is in the refrigerator now.
Later, my uncle divided the Cuan one after another and moved out. The of the old house still hasn't changed much. Later, I took part in work. I was far away from home and couldn't come back often. I still had to go back to my hometown during the new year's festival. Over time, the old house has changed. In less than three years, my grandparents died one after another. My father worked in Xi'an, and my brothers and sisters went to school. My mother was left alone. The huge courtyard was empty, but some people were lonely. Mother took advantage of the back yard to raise pigs, sheep and chickens. She also opened an open space and planted some current vegetables, most of which are beans and vegetables. The well drilled at home is also in the backyard, which is very convenient for watering. Whenever I go home, the first thing I do is to help my mother water the garden. When pouring a ladle of clear well water on some thirsty seedlings, I seem to hear their eager sucking and laughter after drinking. My family became better, so I advised my mother not to do it. It's better to buy some. It's also convenient. Unexpectedly, my mother said, 'what I buy is from others, and it's only when I eat my own. " I can't say anything. Every time I go home, my mother asks me to take some current celery and cucumbers. I'm getting used to it. The output of vegetables at home is not high, but there is still surplus for the family to eat. It is common for my mother to give my owner a few onions and my West a handful of beans. The same is true of the neighbors. The simplicity and enthusiasm of rural people are always reflected in their daily life. In their mind, they are very indifferent to the awareness of commodity economy, and they are interested in the villagers and local conditions. " Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors', which is probably the legacy of thousands of years of excellent traditions.
There are more empty rooms at home, and the kitchen has been moved into the building. This is my mother's workplace. She is still working so hard. In 1998, my father retired and went home. They lived in the old house and lived a plain and light rural life.
About the summer of 2000, there was a heavy rainstorm. Due to the reconstruction of the village, the water in the village was not smooth, and the family was flooded. The flood brought a lot of silt into the courtyard, which was as flat as the house and platform. In the hole earth kiln, the water poured in. My mother was crying and yelling in the heavy rain. The people in the village advised her to say, 'Whoever still lives in the earth kiln now will be flooded', but my mother still stared at it and didn't want to leave. A few days later, under the immersion of the flood, the earth kiln collapsed. Paulownia trees growing in front of the kiln are lush and lush.
After the reconstruction of the village, my family moved to another place, but the old house in the old house is still there, and no one in the family lives here. In recent years, people who came to settle down in the mountains borrowed their old houses first, and then wanted to buy these old houses. At first, my parents disagreed, so I did my work and said. " It's not easy for people to sell it as soon as they sell it. It's a long way from here. " My parents listened to me and sold each room for only more than 100 yuan.
The family have feelings for the old house. Because it is the place where the family life is born and continues, and it places the hope of generations. It is said that the old house was built in the 18th year of the Republic of China. At that time, when the family had just returned from famine in Gansu, they dug several caves to live on the earth cliff and began their post disaster life.