Last time back to the old house is a year ago, when the mother also keep in the old house, and now she has with his father went to the city, the old house alone to stay here. Mother once said that she does not like the city's noisy, noisy, full of people, but still makes her feel particularly lonely and lonely. She only likes to keep the old house, watching the blue sky and white clouds, sniffing the fresh air, tutoring most of her life are loved the green vegetable plot. However, people old, she and his father to the profound feelings of his late life. Perhaps she was reluctant, but she eventually left the old house. The old house devoted most of her life's efforts, to retain her memories of most of the students.

I lived there for sixteen years, the old house, filled with my memories everywhere. But one day I left it, opened another life, I discovered that the old house is only the father and mother's old house, is my old house.

Memory, the old house yard full of chickens and ducks goose figure, they have so leisurely in the yard pacing up and down, there is a naughty puppy back and forth between them, so, these poultry will and that Only puppy uneasy to get along with, I still recall the kind of vigilance between them eyes, thrilling demeanor, and they are poised to go, but has been sent to the use of life and death fighting posture. This has always been a story I can not help laughing, I believe the same old house will remember.

Not far from the old house where there was a small puddle, warm summer afternoon, the sun will always give a small puddle of different kind of affection, the mother will take me in droves of ducks and geese To the small puddle next to the small puddles around the growth of the verdant water barnyard grass, ducks and geese will eat a white posture will be wandering among the small puddles, "white hair floating green water, "That is their paradise, but also my paradise. I will be in the puddle Shixin picked up a small stone, readily throwing, the water will leave a small stone through the water, sometimes there, sometimes hidden track, so the old house will hear a child innocent, crisp laughter Hong Kong Stop over.

At this point is the spring, near the poplar has long been lush, but the memory of the piece of poplar which has been in the reality of the disappeared, it has been resident in my mind, my memory. At that time, when the torrential rain after days, the mother will take me to the woods, although the wet branches and leaves will wet our skirts, rolling raindrops of grass will wet our pants, but the slightest Will not stop us we pick mushrooms in the footsteps and enthusiasm, small and exquisite mushrooms is our favorite poplar after the rain, dusk, the old house out of the kitchen, elegant mushroom fragrance is our oldest favorite at dusk Business Programme BBA.

Old trees in the garden has long been gone, even the bare stumps can not find, but the memory of his father personally planted under the apple tree, hawthorn, plum tree, peach, apricot, grapes ... ... all kinds of fruit trees, All kinds of flowers, colorful my green time, the fruits of each season, I do not know how much time to send me greedy. Corner of the old house, perhaps so far also printed under my secret possession of those fruits under the tuck under the shadow, think, maybe, then I was happy WAN Optimization Solution.