Write a composition about visiting Mao countryside.

Walk past the thatched cottage and come near our familiar house. Who wants to repeat the same old story instead of owning a house and a home? It seems that all of a sudden, our surroundings have become strange.

Traveling all over the world, how can the prosperity of the city have the minor of the rural house? How many urban houses are built is called attracting investment, and the houses are all newly built. To put it bluntly, it is for tickets, and the house is built high to make full use of space. Looking back at the place where our ancestors grew up in the countryside, the walls of the house are piled up, the roof is a beam, the roof is a tile, open a window and leave a few doors. This is a house, and it is almost impossible to prevent wind and consolidate soil without an iron nail.

Walking around there, birds crow and eat, dogs bark in deep alleys, branches sway from time to time, and idle people smoke. In the sun, women dress by the stream, and houses with uneven sunrise are surrounded by farmland sand dunes. It's relatively simple here, and there are news from downtown. About the house, the woman stood by the window, the boy chased home to hide from the morning, and several jagged pillars stood. I don't know what summer it was, and the cobwebs were left behind. You can see flowers and plants outside. As for the roof, rain drops all year round, and the sun shines all year round, as evidenced by the potholes on the ground. The house is very small. At first glance, it's nothing special. There are wooden tables and chairs in the middle, and others pass by, so it is inconvenient to walk sideways. A simple minority in the countryside, where the old man and the old woman live, leads a monotonous life. Perhaps it is actually because people have the satisfaction of living temporarily, and the walls are old, so they have to use mud grass. The conspicuous palm handprint is deeper than the square, and some sticks are exposed. Fortunately, every family in the family turns on the lights and watches the stars with the old people at night, hoping for a bumper harvest.

Today is an old-fashioned wall, and there will be bricks piled here next year. Maybe it will change the beam and column and run towards a well-off society. Life seems to be progressing with people's consciousness. Although it is slow, it is possible to cross the city. City people are scrambling to go to the countryside and spend their holidays in the countryside. According to this calculation, the old man will become the boss of a businessman.

Who says the countryside is old? People in the city say that the houses in the country are elegant and comfortable, quiet and quiet, and they are the best harbor. To put it bluntly, "house" is culture.