The old house is an indelible memory of childhood.

The old house is the eternal thought of the wanderer.

First, the memory

On the day I went back to the old house has been in ruins, there are broken tiles everywhere, in a burst of rumbling machines, in the dust rising from the regiment father curled up his body to pick up the bricks buried in the ruins ........ See me back, my father smiled and said, "house demolition", demolition of the house for him seems to be a happy thing, I also smiled and said, "should have been demolished, you see, you have a lifetime of struggle for the fruits of the absence of", my father laughed, and the surrounding people also laughed. ......

The old house was built more than thirty years ago, located in the southwest of the village, when both sides are crop fields, in front of a deep ditch, the opposite side of the ditch sparsely inhabited by a few families. This is a remote and desolate place, planted crops are not very long, everywhere is a stone, wild jujube trees and weeds, often the village people put the dead livestock thrown here, but also people die young babies thrown here, the most favorite patron here only wild dogs and from the circle of the pigs to steal away from the place. The village people call this place "dead child ditch", few people come here.

My father had no choice but to build a kiln to live in. The village granted my father a home site, which was located in the south of the village in the open area, and was considered a sunny spot. Building a house requires wood and stone, which was difficult for my father at the time, my father finally decided to switch the home base with the village people chose the "dead child ditch", a few months later, two holes of simple earth kiln dug into. In a windy and sunny day, my father cheerfully carrying a burning fire pit, a few gunshots, a few pieces of simple furniture moved into the kiln, which also became the original old house. The family sat around that night under the oil lamps and talked and laughed until late at night, a never-before-seen happiness overflowing in every face.

Later, it was proved that the choice of kiln was right, the kiln was cheap for the rural people at that time, and basically did not need any wood and stone. From the point of view of use, it is warm in the winter and cool in the summer characteristics of the wooden house can not be compared. In the cold northern winter, the women sat around the hot kang doing needlework pulling the family conversation, like Qinqiang's father from time to time with the ticket friends in the kiln gongs and drums, which rough singing voice, the noise of the noise of the noise of the pounding seems to be the kiln collapse, the father is still laughing; in the hot summer, the kiln reflects its advantages, it is in addition to effective protection against the summer heat into the countryside, the people natural refrigerator! The first thing you need to do is to put the vegetables, fruits and vegetables into the depths of the kiln to keep it fresh.

A home from the two empty kilns have begun, the kiln became my deepest memories as a child, is that I am not thinking of that gray oil lamp, the grandmother that squeaked and buzzed spinning flower cart, a big cat with a tail fluttering in the kiln scurrying to and fro. ......

Second, the change

This once called "dead child ditch" place then also slowly lively, successive people also put the house base approved here, dug two holes in the kiln to live, but also became our future neighbors. In a few years. Changes in the father on both sides of the kiln dug out a lot of large and small small kiln, put farming tools, put food, chickens, pigs, wide open space also planted vegetables, I also planted their favorite sunflowers. This place is much more convenient and affordable than those old mansions in the village. Of course, the advantages of the "dead child ditch" are not limited to these, the house base here is much longer and wider than that in the village, but we still keep expanding back and forth, and in order to determine their own location, the front of the house, the back of the house, the side of the half-slope, and the bottom of the ditch were planted with acacia trees. On the other hand, at that time, most of the people in the village fed cows, and it became a problem to use the soil in the cattle enclosure, and only the people in the "Deadman's Gully" had endless soil, and the people in the village pulled their carts from far away, put on their cows, and came here to pull the soil with a good word. Since then, "dead wagou" in people's impression disappeared, and became the envy of a good place. A number of years later, the kiln in front of the small mountain pile of soil to the village people pulled out, became a piece of open space, pieces of acacia trees stand tall, when the spring acacia flowers bloom, acacia flowers floating down to each household, the aroma permeated in the house, diffuse in the crops in the ......

The kiln has been the main residence of the family for more than ten years, and as of today it does not have a little crack, and has never been exposed to the water, still standing solidly in the old place, the kiln surface was washed by the rain exposed to the place of the stone, which is like an old man more than a half a hundred years old, full of wrinkles, the two holes of the kiln seems to be like two eyes have been watching the family's every move.

Third, build a house

Father in front of the kiln dug big and small small kiln in the rainstorm patronage also collapsed, crushed a lot of chickens, my brother put up the crushed chickens to the market to sell no one wants, and finally thrown to the ditch. A lot of things at a time there is no place to put, perennial in the field, bad bad, rotten rotten, not a shape. Production team to the family's share of the only a big red drum also blossomed on all sides, the original put some food, and finally became a burning match into the stove, a wisp of smoke, nothing. The soil in front of the kiln also let the village people pull all the yard is not covered on all sides, in the heavy rain on all sides of the water also poured into the kiln, the family trips through the mud and water to go. The house has become a focal point of discussion in the family, and has also become the family's top priority, parents often counted the wood and stone needed to build a house, but also often fall into the helpless and anxious.

A chance opportunity, the coal mine to recruit temporary workers, at that time many people are reluctant to go, afraid of accidents, but the father still decided to go to work in the coal mine. Since my father went to work in the coal mine, the conditions of the family have slowly changed. At that time is also a vague understanding of the coal mine, a thick wire rope to a carload of coal from the underground pull out, and then finally pull out the absenteeism, on the way home from work, the small friends take the adult's lamp with the adult's buttocks haphazardly shine, chasing , shouting ......

Father worked in the coal mine for four years, an accident was hit by a machine and hurt his back, recuperated for several months and then did not go to work. After four years of saving and waiting, building a house has entered a substantial stage, as soon as there is free time, my father began digging, bulldozing, yard in a few months after leveling a lot. The adobe for building the house was made by my father himself, a rectangular wooden frame made of wood, which was placed on top of a smooth boulder, sprinkled with ashes, put a few shovels of wet soil in the frame, smashed flat with a stone hammer, loosened the wooden frame, and an adobe was formed. My father made thousands of adobes in this way and placed them majestically in front of the kiln.

The wood needed to build the house was gradually put in place, and a few carts of bricks and tiles were pulled in, and within a few days the craftsmen came in, and people from the family came to help. The first step was to build a new house, and the second step was to build a new house, and the third step was to build a new house, and the third step was to build a new house.

It was also a sunny day, the men and women of the village, relatives, people watching all came. After a burst of firecrackers, a scraping the skin of the thick beam bolted to the red cloth and pine leaves, hanging a basket of walnuts and dates in a few strong man's tearing slowly rise, and finally fell in the pre-designed position, the head craftsman with a hammer "ping ping ping" a few times nailed the main beam, announcing that the main body of the construction of the house is completed. Then take down the basket hanging on the main beam, the walnuts and dates spread to the crowd, followed by splashing down a plate of water, the children scrambled to pick up the walnuts and dates, but also do not care about the splashing down of the water, there are picking up on the walnuts and dates, there are also grabbed a handful of mud ........

Eight wooden houses stand tall in front of the kiln, the atmosphere, spectacular, neighbors cast envious eyes, the father is still the same, happy, smiling .......

Two holes in the kiln, witnessed the main achievements of the father's life struggle, but also carries a family old old and young, in the subsequent twenty years, the old house has not occurred a big change, the only change is that the old house is less and less people, the old house is less and less of the kind of the past, slowly silent, only in the old house in the festival waiting to restore the old days of the bustle.

Third, the demolition of the house

The old house is like a wind candle old man, in the wash of the years has been unbearable, the wall skin also began to fall, the wall is slowly tilted, and several places in the rainy days began to leak. In the summer of 2015, a heavy rain finally made the old house collapsed, the old house became a dangerous house, has been unable to live. The village and town officials also came to do an inspection and determined that the house was a major safety hazard. They suggested that the house should be demolished as soon as possible, and promised that the government would give a certain amount of subsidy if a new house was built. Demolition of the house, cover the house has become the father's immediate most important thing, the father came down the spirit, and began to count their own savings, their own crops, said confidently, "the problem is not big, the problem is not big".

On a selected day, in the rumble of the machine, the old house demolished, razed to the ground, the father in the ruins of stooping to pick up the bricks, that thirty years ago, the two holes of the kiln built in front of the eyes of the people openly, like a pair of eyes watching, watching ......

The old house was demolished, I heart a desolate , as if losing a beloved thing. Under the bright moonlight, I sat in front of the kiln, looking at a pile of broken bricks and tiles, the old house is gone, replaced it will be steel and cement.

Perhaps it can carry more time, retain more memories, years later, I do not know who can come to the old house, the owner of the old house and who will be?

Maybe it can carry more time and keep more memories.