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How to write a third grade essay on old house listening story

Winter day, the wind is cold and the sun shines lazily on the earth. I came to the roof of my grandmother's house to look toward the old abandoned house next to it. The old house is my uncle's family, their family has long moved to the city to live, leaving the old house here unattended, due to the age of the old house has been dilapidated.

The cold wind with the bone-chilling chill to my Buddha, the brick-built remnants of the rock on a small pine tree dancing happily, to the ancient house added a few points of enchantment, the vine branching out of the yellowish silk around the remnants of the rock climbed up to the rotten beams and pillars supporting the broken tiles, the sunlight sprinkled, this winter also has a wisp of green. Old house on the ground there are several wind blown down with fine carvings of the eaves wood, which can be clearly seen flying dragon and phoenix, which is an example of Hakka culture and civilization, which is the embodiment of the Chinese culture of the great essence! This is also the Hakka son and even the children of the Yellow Emperor proud of the capital ah! But now it is only here to guard the old house.

Cats cozy huddled under the eaves of the old house to enjoy the sun to send the slightest warmth, white butterflies from the remnants of the rock in the green through the old house, the yellowish bamboo bushes swaying with the wind, the blue sky occasionally one or two groups of geese crossing. The old house and this prosperous city seems a bit out of place, perhaps, not long this old house will no longer exist. In this era of civilization, in this forgotten old house I seem to hear a begging voice in the cry: stay me a little longer! I witnessed the rise of this city, I witnessed the rise and fall of several generations ah! In the distance, on the busy construction site, from time to time came the thud of the hammer, and ZiZi sound of machinery. That is the modern civilization builder's shout, that is the motherland towards the prosperity of the pace of sound! That is, with the times cheers.

No matter what the outside world geometric noise, but also can not break the old house of the ancient atmosphere, only, that huddled in the sunshine of the cat complained about this uncompromising tone, arrogant stretching a lazy to another section of the remnants of the rock jumped to.