35 sentences describing village houses
Second, the furnishings of the small shack are very simple, with only one single bed. A small cupboard. And a wheelchair.
Third, the shabby mud house was empty, except for a small black-and-white TV that read "Donate somewhere".
I saw an old house, an old brick wall covered with carved tiles and withered vines.
5. An old house by the roadside is exquisite, with a red brick and cement roof and a white one, with many exquisite patterns engraved on it.
6. The attic of the old house is still there, but it is all empty. The box in the corner, its belly is also bright and tattered, and it always falls asleep on the ground.
Although it is daytime, the light in this old house is surprisingly dim. Under the irradiation of flashlight, the patterns on the corridor walls revealed their true colors one by one.
Eight, the old house, simple and quiet, long and cordial, simple and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the cracks of the years, and it is more greasy after being wet by rain.
Nine, my old house, the floor is all paved with bricks, but on the bricks directly under the eaves, you will see that each brick has different water holes.
Ten, the old house in the ancient street still maintains the appearance of the year, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, the carved doors and windows are no longer bright, and the bright hall has been woven with cobwebs.
Eleven, the countryside used to be earthen houses. Adobe houses have low safety and are easy to collapse, and the soil inside is easy to fall off. The worst thing is that it rains. Some houses have heavy rain outside and light rain inside.
Twelve, the old house often leaks rain. When it rains, water drips. There was a disaster at home at that time. Move the bed and take the washbasin. It's very busy.
Thirteen, into Guxiang, a roadway paved with bluestones, less than two meters wide, with antique old houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, misty rain haunts like a dream.
Fourteen, the rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a warm and long-lasting reverie. I want to know how to pick up the peeling time on the wall.
Fifteen, many houses are made of tiles, grass and stones. In my home, there is only a small black and white TV set, and the TV images are very colorful. There are only a few shabby old wooden beds in each room.
16. You see, some houses are made of rosewood, and the houses are finely carved. When you step into the inner hall, you will smell the fragrance of rosewood, and some eaves are slightly worn out, as if to tell people that they have a long history.
17. I saw a low and shabby old house standing dangerously beside strangers. The smoke from the kitchen rose from the back of the old house, like a dancing white silk, slowly climbed to the top of a big tree and wrapped it silently.
When I look at it carefully, it looks even more vicissitudes. The rusty iron fence seems to peel off at the touch. The white walls are already yellow and black. Standing in this familiar corner always brings back memories of the past.
As soon as you enter the house, there is a patio dedicated to washing clothes, and the house is on the right. When I came to the narrow house, I only saw a shabby TV set, a table and some chairs inside. It's really crude.
20. In Hankou, near Yiyuan Road, Zhongshan Avenue, I thought I saw the Bund complex in Shanghai a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the period of * *, with brick and wood structure, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors and extremely strong.
Twenty-one, I heard from my father that my hometown used to be poor. People live in dilapidated thatched houses and dilapidated tile houses, and tiles are everywhere on the roof. Some are good, some are bad. When it rains, there are raindrops everywhere in the house.
22. In a house rented by a very humble farmer, there lived a teenager. His room is very humble, with only necessary daily necessities. Apart from a spacious bed, the only valuable thing is the worn-out computer in front of his window.
From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture in the sun. Autumn is over, and there are many cabbages on the wall. Next to the cabbage are clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats are wandering under the bushes.
I remember my grandmother once told me that before I was born, she lived in an old house. This old house is dirty and messy, and it has been handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is extremely small, and the family has only one room, where to eat and sleep.
Twenty-five, the former hometown lived in bungalows, and some people lived in straw houses. These short houses are dilapidated. Winter is coming, and the cold wind is blowing in, which is as cold as an ice house. Few people live in brick houses, and the black smoke from the roof hangs over the sky, making people breathless.
There are many old houses beside the stone road. There used to be a big market here, but after the market was demolished, few people walked around. The stone road was covered with moss, and the water left by the rain dripped from the eaves, which was slippery and stained the shoes.
There is a big wooden door in front of the house. I couldn't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door. I want to ring the sleeping Jiangnan. Rows of old houses stand side by side on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they were in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about chess, calligraphy and painting.
Twenty-eight, my old house is very cold, and now only my grandparents live in it. Because the old house is in the countryside, there are few people and many places, and the neighborhood at home is extremely empty. There is a small vegetable garden in the west of the front and back of the house. There is no noise and pollution in small towns, and there is hard irrigation and nourishment from the river, so this vegetable garden is unique and grows well.
Twenty-nine, the old house here refers to the ancient houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style. It is characterized by tile, powder wall and horse head wall, with brick carving, wood carving and stone carving as decorative features, and with high houses, deep wells and halls as home features, which embodies the mountain features, geomantic will and regional aesthetic tendency of ancient Huizhou.
30. This room is separated by a lattice frame, and grandma lives in it, and there are some things that are convenient to take and put. The room was dark in the lake, and the light refracted from between the door panels, forming a small light spot on the wall and the ground, and many dust jumped up and down in this light spot. At that time, the Federation of Trade Unions lamented in their hearts.
It is exquisite, made of red bricks and cement, and many exquisite patterns are engraved on the white roof. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture in the sun. Autumn is over, and there are many cabbages on the wall. Next to the cabbage are clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats are wandering under the bushes.
32. The thatched cottage is empty. On a smelly and dirty blanket, there is a broken pillow and one or two books with missing pages. Next to the blanket, there is a wooden table with several holes, a bowl with several gaps, two plates covered with residue, and a pair of short and thin chopsticks. There is a cupboard with rotten wood on the right side of the wooden table.
Bypassing the rusty iron fence, there is a big backyard at the end, empty, and the cornices in the corner seem to rot in the next second, only some weeds and wild flowers are still open. The vines are especially green. Climb the wall and stretch hard. Branches and vines wrapped around the cold, spread all over the wall, and stubbornly guarded the yard with their own bodies.
After a while, we came to the little boy's house. The roof of the little boy's house is exposed in the sky and the wall is cracked. The biggest crack was blocked with rags and straw, but cold air could still get in. The rain outside has stopped, but it's still raining inside. There is only one bed, a sewing machine and some old tableware and cooking tools at home.
Thirty-five, we followed my aunt to a shabby old house with four or five rooms, built in rows and two floors. The ground floor room is made of nearly 1 m stone with earth walls on it. The stone is a little black, and the earth wall is mottled, as if telling the age, and some doors are gone. We climbed the crooked wooden stairs carefully. The walls of the room on the second floor were made of wooden boards and all were black.