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My family has decades of old houses and old courtyards. I heard that such a courtyard is now the dream place of the big money in the city.
The family's old house is three red brick tile houses. Sanqi's red brick wall, typical thick wall, the roof is ridged, the roof ridge is inserted in the middle of a small flag, legend has jiang Ziya sealed the gods, sealed all the gods, only he had no place to go, so he sealed himself in the middle of the roof. There is a roof ridge beast at each end of the roof ridge, which is said to be the roof ridge dragon, and the town guards the peace of a courtyard, which is very auspicious. The old house is a wooden beam structure, two beams as thick as a bucket, very round and straight, is a strong elm, two beams divide the house into three rooms, the middle is the living room, on both sides are bedrooms, this pattern is the common feature of the old house. The beam wood upper room is a thick purlin, which is also very straight, and it must be straight, otherwise, the roof depression is not beautiful. Between the purlins and purlins are rafters. Today's young people rarely know what purlins and rafters are, because the houses they see are all reinforced concrete structures. The rafters of the family are the same as most traditional old houses, that is, willow rafters. Close to the willow rafters is a large reed, the reed is laid with mud and blue tiles, and a string of tiles is superimposed on each other, pressing a tight seam, dripping water! From a distance, the house is a rectangular tetrahedron with a pyramid-like shape on top, but with gables at both ends. The biggest advantage of the structure of this kind of house is that it is warm in winter and cool in summer, and in the hot summer rainy season, no matter what kind of pouring rain will drain quickly, and the roof will always be dry. This is the wisdom of the ancestors in the field of architectural design knowledge. The home is the east wing of the house is a modern built flat roof, the roof is flat, is a combination of cement and steel reinforcement into a flat, the wall is two or four, thin, this structure of the house is very hot in the summer, living in the winter is very cold inside. This comparison makes me love the old house even more.
Ancestral homestead garden, its history is thicker, there is a garden in the house, there is a house in the garden, there are trees in the yard, the trees see the sky, and the moon in the sky. Living in such a courtyard, even if the outside world is galloping again, I can sniff the violet in it, and have every moment of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
I grew up here, the home in the yard is not prosperous, not rich, only want to live freely, here every grass and tree, brick and tile, are the marks of my life.
My yard is small, but it's good to have flowers. I love flowers and trees very much, so I planted some not very expensive flowers in the yard. Under the eaves of the East Wing, there are two seasonal flowers, one with yellow flowers and one with red flowers. A tall palm tree is planted in the gap between two moonflowers. This palm sapling was brought back by me at the imitation mountain temple fair, and it has been around for ten years, and now it grows tall and mighty, with large fan-like leaves dragging long petioles, which is of great ornamental value. Afraid of the loneliness of the tall palm tree, I planted a lilac tree next to it. When the lilac tree blossoms, it is like a hydrangea flower, and the flower head is densely turned and the fragrance is wafting all over the yard. There is an open passage towards the main hall door, with pear trees and peach apples to the west, and tall and straight toon trees next to the wall.
Behind the old house is a small vegetable garden. The garden is planted with beans and cucumber eggplants, and a few rows of Zhangqiu scallions are also planted. The periphery of the vegetable garden is planted with walnut trees, pomegranates, pepper trees and tung trees.
In one corner of the old yard there was a yellow-haired wolfhound. Docile, if a living person enters the house, it will only bark twice and go back to the cage to sleep.
Such a yard is very simple, not a wandering poem and far away, not complicated and not prosperous, everything is very simple, this is indeed a small courtyard to live, no matter how poor it is, I always love it, never abandon it.
Whenever I return from field work, the little old house is where I shake off my tiredness and disguise. Here, there is no need to cater to others, no need to pretend to please, just like the swallow on the hall, self-explanatory, like the white gulls in the water love each other, down-to-earth life, free. In such an old courtyard, it was enough to accommodate all my willfulness and vulnerability. Here, I can walk barefoot, I can be disheveled, I can drink tea and read at will, I can dream, I can sing, although I can't sing all the time, I really can't find a tune. But I don't care, because this traditional old house and old courtyard are the place where my spirit rests.
I love the old house, I love the old yard, but I love the piece of blue sky that belongs to me that was cut off by this yard.
Finally, remembering Tao Yuanming's poems, he composed the music himself and hummed quietly in his mouth, and the poems were as follows: The knot is in the human realm, and there is no car or horse noise. Q. How can you do it? The heart is far away from self-deprecation. Under the eastern fence of the chrysanthemum, you can leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain atmosphere is good day and night, and the birds are returning. There is truth in this, to discern what has been forgotten.
About author:The King of Hundred Flowers: Formerly known as Chen Yali, a native of Peony District, Heze City, Shandong Province. He is a farmer with a few acres of thin fields, and now works for Aoli Crafts Co., Ltd. in Peony District, Heze City. I am frank, like literature, like to read books but do not seek much understanding, like to write things, but only a little bit of fur, the purpose is to entertain myself, self-cultivation.
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