Composition of old houses

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the composition of the old house I arranged for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Old house composition 1 My family has a very strong but old house.

This old house has existed for as long as I can remember. This old house is a big one in the country. This room is so big that two cars can be parked side by side. This room has nine rooms, a balcony big enough for me to ride a bike, and a super big yard. If there are chickens, ducks and rabbits in this yard, I guess I can't catch up.

Old houses in summer are the most attractive. Cicada is around the house. Cicada is chirping. The little gecko preys on moths and mosquitoes on the wall of the old house and turns around by the way. As long as the light is turned on at night, crickets will be attracted by the light, jumping around, overwhelmed with excitement, as excited as chicken blood. ...

It's cold in summer, and once winter comes, the small animals disappear. At this time, only the little mouse kept eating all the wooden things in the old house. Because we don't live at home all the year round, the little mice regard the sofa as the center of their confinement and give birth to their nest. ...

The old house witnessed the growth of big trees outside the door. Little sparrows and magpies swing from roof to tree, and talk to nature with their loud songs every day.

In the house, there are busy grandparents, scenes of mom and dad chatting, scenes of my sister and I playing happily, echoes of my smelly brother-in-law singing ... and vivid and warm photos of our whole family and the old house.

Our old house, how much I like you, you bear the story of our family and my memories of my hometown! No matter what kind of house we live in, I will never forget you!

This afternoon, grandpa took me to the bus compound where I lived for eight years. I haven't been here for more than two months, and I feel kind and strange. When I walked into the compound, I felt as if I had never been separated from it, as if I had just returned from school, and my heart was warm. However, the shelter from the rain has been removed, and the guardrail at the door has also been removed. These changes are telling me that it seems different from before.

When I went downstairs to the old house, I couldn't help looking up. I wish I could stand on the windowsill outside and shout to me downstairs: "Baby …" I went up the stairs and entered the door. Facing the empty room, I am still trying to recall the previous scene: I missed the wall covered with Chinese characters. My grandfather teaches me six Chinese characters every day. When I know it, I put it on the wall. I hold a small stick and be a little teacher. I will lead everyone to read words. I came to the bedroom, thinking about playing hide-and-seek with Polly and jumping on the bed together. I touched the handwriting left on the wall with my hand: Every once in a while, my grandfather measured my height outside and drew a line on the wall with a date on it. The horizontal line rises bit by bit, and various colors, like a rainbow, record my height, growth and colorful childhood. I came to the balcony and missed the sunshine bath here. At that time, I liked to sit here and do my homework, feed goldfish, watch hamsters, raise silkworms and tease birds.

My mother said with a smile that I was quite nostalgic when I was young. In fact, they don't know how much I love this old house. Having a wonderful childhood memory will remind me of many warm and infinite past events.

Old House Composition 3 Grandma has an old house. There are many old things in that house, which are said to be valuable. This Sunday, my father took my mother and me to the old house.

Finally I saw the old house and asked my father, "Is that grandma's old house?" Dad said, "Yes, hurry in and have a look." We walked into the old house. The wall of the house is made of mud, the window is made of white paper, and there is a tall and big jujube tree inside. When I entered the room, the first thing I saw was the row of cabinets, which were engraved with various patterns and covered with many photos, including photos of my grandparents when I was a child, photos of my parents and aunts when I was a child, and of course photos of me when I was a child. Then I saw the bed, no, it should be said that it was a kang. Father said: "This kang can still make a fire in winter, so it is warm and comfortable to sit on it." Finally, I saw the kitchen and the place where the sheep lived. My mother also told many interesting stories that happened in the old house when I was a child. ...

It was getting late, so we closed the door and walked on our way home. On the way, my father said, "The old houses are about to be demolished, and tall buildings are about to be built." I feel very sad to hear that. I really hope these old houses will last forever, because this is not only my father's home, but also my grandparents' home, forever.

Composition of old houses on green grass 4,

There is an old house.

This is my hometown.

Red brick,

Bright windows,

The creaking floor.

Outside the window is a big flower bed.

Every summer,

I'll be in the flower bed,

Walk around.

Next to the flower bed,

There is a shelf,

In front of the swing on the shelf,

This is the swing I left a memory of.

Next to the swing,

There is a cool suit from my mother. ...

In front of the old house,

There are dense grasslands here,

If you don't cut it every year,

The grass seemed very presumptuous and jumped up.

Next to the grass is a flat concrete floor.

I remember that when I was young, I used to put a table on it.

Eat watermelon.

The house is spacious and bright,

I often play in my toy room.

I'm a bad bear,

Still in my head.

The bathtub where I took a shower when I was a child,

I miss it,

I often let ducklings float on the water.

I watched them play in the water alone.

Every night,

I will sleep in the quilt with my parents,

Watch your favorite TV together,

That kind of feeling ...

Although the house has only one floor,

But I feel like a villa,

This old house is so beautiful,

There are swings, flower beds, grass, sunshine,

And my memories in the old house. ...

Every time I go home, I want to see the old house where my father lived as a child.

Dad's old house when he was a child was made of brick, and there was a sign on the door. When you open the wooden door, you can see a pile of grass, including a shabby table with three thatched houses on it. There is a table in one of the rooms. I think this should be dad's room. I imagined my father lying on his desk when I was a child, doing his homework by the light of kerosene lamps. According to grandma, my father studied very well when he was a child. Their math teacher will leave a topic after class every time, and the person who answers correctly will get a math book. As a result, dad basically took all the teachers' books. The students are all jealous.

There is a vegetable field behind the house. Although grandma doesn't live here now, the vegetable field is full of vegetables. How many trees are there beside the house? ⑼ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦ ┦. Listen, I have a picture in my mind that my father's little friend was beaten by a girl. I laugh when I think about it, because now such a fierce and serious father would do the same, which is completely different.

There is a stream under the tree. Father said that when they were young, they often rolled up their trouser legs and fished barefoot in the river. Sometimes I am lucky enough to catch a big fish and drink fish soup at night. Sometimes it is bad luck to catch only a few shrimps a day, so we have to release them. How I want to catch fish in the river now and drink fish soup at night. How I want to weave a small snake to scare girls. How I want to get all my math books back like my father. ...

Dad had a good time when he was a child. If there is an opportunity, I must experience it.

Old House Composition 6 Old House, do you know what I want to say to you? Although you are just a room in a building, I have deep feelings for you, because you are the place where I was born and a place full of my childhood memories. You grew up with me and watched every minute of my kindergarten. It is no exaggeration to say that you are my best friend.

I hope you can be a man in your next life, grow up in your mother's belly, go to school under the care of adults, work hard as an adult, and travel freely after retirement ... Do you know? That night, I wanted to sleep with you for another night, but I asked my mother, and she told me that you had been sold by them ... I was so angry that my head smoked, as if I could cook the lamb chops in one second, and my mood was at the bottom. It's all my parents' fault. I originally agreed not to sell the old house. Now, the old house is gone, just to earn hundreds of thousands!

I was so angry that I ran back to my room and cried. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I cried for two hours. Seeing this, my father comforted me outside the door: "Don't cry. You are too young to understand what mom and dad did. We will explain some things to you. " But at the moment, I hate what my father said. My father seems to be my "enemy"!

I have been separated from you for four years, but I still remember you: you have Guanyin Bodhisattva, a small restaurant, a red sofa, a big bed, a small bed, a bathroom and a kitchen ... I still clearly remember the scene when I sobbed, moved everything and closed the door for the last time. ...

Old house, I miss you very much. Now, have you thought about me?

Memory is like a galaxy of stars, and stars are like memory. Each star is different in size and shape. I looked at every star carefully and looked through my childhood memories. The biggest and brightest star caught my eye and reminded me of my childhood.

At this time, I have an old yellow photo in my hand. Look at this old photo. It shows a three-story house and some abandoned furniture. Because the owner of the house moved far away, the house was deserted and looked shabby. Green creepers covered the walls, and weeds settled around the house, everywhere.

Although the house is dilapidated, it is a world to my friends and me.

My friends and I often play hide and seek, play chess, read books and do many meaningful things in the house. Recalling the past, I played hide-and-seek with my friends, and my friends hid in succession. I urged, "everybody hide quickly. I started counting: "1, 2, 3, 4 ... I'm coming for you! "Even if my friends hide again, they can't escape my sharp eyes. After a while, I can pull them out one by one.

Sometimes, my friends and I read books in the old house. In the sunshine, we share the harvest and happiness of reading together.

My friends and I also hid many good things in the house: some old books, a watch ... these are precious memories of my childhood, and even a watch is worth remembering.

Childhood is beautiful and short, and these memories linger in my mind like clouds, so clear and hazy; I'm impressed, but unpredictable. Childhood is so short, why don't we study hard and cherish this short and beautiful childhood?

I love that old house. Although it is shabby, it carries the beauty of my childhood!

When I came to grandma's hometown in the countryside, there were not many people in the alley, which made people feel desolate. In the yard of my hometown, there are many flowers and plants, colorful, intoxicating and refreshing. My persistent curiosity drove me to go in at once. Grandma must like plants very much. Look up at the eaves, don't have a taste-these tiles look old, and some have moss on them. There are many green climbing plants beside the house.

I knocked at the door and grandma opened it. When she saw me, she seemed to see a god, and she was very happy. Haven't seen me for a long time My grandmother led me and my mother to the sofa and sat down alive all the way, talking all the way until the end.

When I got to the room and looked around, I felt quite exquisite and lacked everything. And this room is also very big, three floors, but the furniture is very old, and the walls seem to be black for a hundred years. When you open the door, there is a "squeak" sound in the door and the door foot is loose. I came to the terrace on the third floor. This is a big place with many flowerpots and three armchairs. I sat on it, smelling the flowers and the sun shining on me. It's so warm, I've never been so comfortable. It's like being in a fairyland. It's very comfortable.

Although it is an old house, the leisurely taste is unforgettable, and I seem to have had an old dream.

In my childhood memory, there was a beautiful and vibrant farmhouse, which was my grandmother's first home. Grandma has a small green vegetable garden and a big jujube tree. At that time, grandma often had a brother. He likes to play with us and be together every day, just like his family. We like to eat dates very much, especially the immature green dates. The more environmentally friendly we are, the more we like them. But there were not many dates in grandma's house, so we went to the neighbor's house to steal them and jumped on the wall to pick them one by one. Whenever we go to our neighbor's house for the New Year, our neighbor's grandmother will scare us and say, "Did you steal our dates?" Oh, my God, we have been discovered! But we're not afraid, we just giggle. Now that I think about it, I can't help laughing. But I heard that the old house was going to be demolished, so I went back to have a look with adults during the winter vacation. Because no one has lived for a long time, the small yard has become messy, jujube trees have been blown down by the wind, branches have been broken, and garbage is everywhere, which is no longer as vibrant as before. As soon as the door opened, a puppy ran in. Probably missed the yard full of vitality. We came to our neighbor's house again. The owner of the house has changed. It was a young couple, not a kind old woman. Their family never grows jujube trees, but peach trees all over the garden. Time is gone forever. I really want to go back in time. ...

Composition of the old house 10 bypasses the mountain ridge and passes through a soil hillside. You can hear the sound of the demolition team rumbling.

The departure of a humble life, like a meteor in the sky, suddenly crossed the sky without any influence. But that's not the case for me anymore. If it weren't for this' rumbling' sound, I might have put this house and what happened there together forever. Buried together in my heart.

Looking back on this matter now, I have to go back to five years ago. I remember it was a cloudy day, as if it would rain cats and dogs at any time. Just out of school, I didn't go with some good friends as usual. Instead, I quickly picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom, muttering, "This is impossible! Nothing will happen! " The street is empty, only the screams and laughter from the boring wind when it passes through the street. All the flowers and trees seem to be praying for me. I got bigger and bigger, and finally ran to the old house. When I got there, I saw grandpa's sallow face lying quietly on the kang, and now it looks a little pale. Full of silver hair, pale face, air-dried wrinkles, slightly hunched. The moonlight was so clear that I cried in this dreary old house. My mind is full of pictures of grandpa loving me, but I can't get it from now on. The leaves of the tree next to it seemed to fall at that moment, and all the flowers seemed to wither at that moment. ...

Crying for a long time, I came out. Just then, it began to rain cats and dogs, and a drop of water slipped down my cheek, but I didn't know whether it was tears or beads of rain.