房子的左边
　　曾好多次都想写写我家那看着有点破旧的老房子。
　　现在农村的新房像雨后春笋般拔地而起，而它经过了10多年的岁月依旧风里来雨里去。
　　在那些现代的住房面前它像个孤寡老人，干瘪的肌肤，佝偻的脊背，孤独的屹立在那里……
　　如果你熟悉它的构造，自然就知道它是一个大堂两边一共连着三间房，右边一间，左边两间，并排着。大堂的尽头是通向楼上的楼梯，楼梯下有一间小小的浴室（说是浴室，其实就是一个单独隔开的小小空间，里面什么都没有，没有喷头，甚至都没有水龙头）。从楼梯上上去是木板楼，木板楼上方是瓦式的楼顶，再左拐的话你就可以看到水泥平顶，木板楼左边是一间小房子，以前堆积杂物，后来哥哥结婚，它就被糊弄一番当成了新房。
　　它那简单的内脏屈指可数。
　　人们都说人靠衣装，美靠靓装。大概房子也是如此吧！但是它的的脸没有描眉没有扑粉没有涂腮红，偶尔点缀它的是窗户的那几块破碎的玻璃。
　　我不知道农村那些势力的房子会不会笑话它的老土？
　　它们会说它“乡巴佬吗”？
　　它们会和它做朋友嘛？
　　它们会来它这里做客吗？
　　想着想着，便想起高中毕业那年邀请一个“朋友”到我家做客。
　　当她看到它那衰老的脸庞时，她脸上似乎有了异样的表情；当她听到晚上老鼠磨牙的声音后，第二天便要求回家去了。
　　还有一次，大学时寒假在家，有两个女同学在我同村的另外一个同学家里做客。于是我便也邀请她们来我这里走一遭。
　　那天刚好家人都有事出去忙了，所以我张罗着下厨，没有时间来做其它的事情。
　　吃过饭后，一个女同学说要上卫生间，我把她领到厕所旁。
　　我家的厕所还是那种老式的，和猪关在同一间房子里，挖个坑架两块木板便草草了事。而我家的猪似乎也很爱热闹似地，很喜欢拱开门然后又蹦又跳的跑到外面呼吸新鲜空气。而每每如此，厕所的泥巴地面总是沾染了很多的污秽的杂物。那也许是猪先生的产物吧！
　　房子的右边
　　推开厕所门，看到湿漉漉的地面时，我知道猪小姐又淘气了。而我旁边的女同学一脸愕然，然后对我说：“还有没有别的地方可以上啊”？后来便带她到我邻居家去了。
　　没过几分钟，她们两便告辞了，又去了我同村的那个同学家里。送走她们，我苦笑着找我家的猪小姐，不知道它又躲到哪个平地上调皮捣蛋去了……
　　最后便是打扫那些秽物。
　　我母亲似乎是一个不太喜欢料理家务的人，对于井井有条她可能比较陌生。她以前需要操劳外面的事物比如：种田，种地等等。有时候我想如果她文化程度再高点年纪再轻点，也许她会是现在的女强人吧！每次从外面劳累着回来，可能她也就忘记了地还没扫亦或者碗还在那里等待清洗……现在虽然没那么多事情要操劳，但是你有听过习惯成自然吗？所以对于我母亲那些都成了自然而然的事情了。
　　但是我在读一年级的时候便知道要收拾的妥妥帖帖。起因是隔壁我家的那个女老师在上课时说过一句话大概是“你们要知道卫生，我就看见有些人的家里乱七八糟的”！她说那话时眼神带着些许厌恶，我低着头，感觉她那灼灼的目光正望着我。从那以后我便知道什么是整洁，怎样去整洁。
　　现在回去也一样，一到家，我便放下行李，开始收拾杂七杂八的袋子衣物木棍，把它们依依摆放整齐，像军训时的队伍一样，似乎可以按列编个号似地。
　　因为我知道它应该算是老态龙钟了吧！在它的垂暮之年，我更应该呵护着它！我不知道这装载我童年太多回忆的房子什么时候便永远的离我而去。
　　它装着我的哭声闹声笑声和其它一切一切的影子！
　　自从两次邀请所谓的朋友来做客后，我便再也没有嚷嚷着让谁来它这里叨唠它平静的生活。
　　因为是朋友，她一定会主动来参观我这“垂暮”的陪伴我多年的“老人”的……
　　看着她们的笑靥我也一定会开怀着说：“朋友，请进”。
　　最后想到那“干瘪的道路，失修的路基，母亲的稀疏的头发，父亲深陷的眼眸”。我微笑着说“我的祖国我的家”！
　　

I wanted to write something about our old house for several times.

It still stands in rains and winds lonely like an elderly person of no family with wizened skin bent back when other new houses are built like mushrooms after rain in our village.

You will know one hall with three rooms one in the hall’s right side while the others on the left side consist of it. At the end of the hall is stair. You can see a small bathroom (You can call it bathroom if you want as it is just a small room without shower nozzle and tap) under the stair.

And then you step up the stair until you see plank floor which will lead you to concrete flat roof while it is tile ceiling above your head.

It is a small room on the left side of plank floor which is used for piling up sundry before.

Now the room is using by my brother and sister-in-law after they married.

How simply the house is!

People often say that clothes make the man. I guess the house is the same!

But our house doesn’t make up except the only ornament-several broken glasses.

Do the snobbish guys will laugh at it and call it countryman?

Do they will to be friends of each other?

Do they will to be guests of it?

And now it let me think of one of my friends who I invited to our home when I was a high school student.

She went back her home tomorrow after she saw the old house and listened the night mouse grinded their teeth.

I also remembered another time in one winter holiday. Two female classmates visited another girl whose home is not far away from mine. At last I invited them to ours

I was busying for preparing food because my parents were not at home for something.

One of them told me that she wanted to go to bathroom. And then I showed her.

Our washroom is still the old one with some pigs and two pieces of board above one hole.

Our pigs are really naughty. They often nose the door open and then go outside to breathing fresh air. It is impossible to see the bathroom floor without waste of pigs.

I saw the wetted ground when I opened the door. And I know that the pigs were out to naughty again. But my friend shocked and then said“could we have some other places to go”?

We went to our back-fence bathroom at last.

My friends said goodbye to me after several minutes and went to the former classmates’ home as before.

And then I found our female pig with bitter smile. At last I cleaned the dung on the ground of bathroom.

In my opinion my mother was not good at housework. It is hard to her to let housework things in perfect order. She must be an able woman if she is educated and younger as she needed to do outside work such as planting in land before.

She might forget that the room was waiting her to clean while the bowl was waiting her to wash after a day work.

Now although she don’t have so many things to do but don’t you hear about this proverb“once a use, forever a custom”. It is a custom to my mother’s say.

But I began to tidying things when I was a grade one student.

It retrospect to a teacher who said this sentence“you must understand how to be healthful. I saw someone’s home was disordered” with sick eye expression.

I just kept looking down as if she was looking at me.

And then I taken in her words and know how to be clean.

Now I will tidy my house after I put down my package when I back home. I will let the sacks clothes clubs stand as platoons of privates as if you can call their name.

I don’t know when this house will leave me with my much of my memory in my childhood so I should take care of it in its elder age.

It rounds my cry smile and the shadows of everything.

I never invite others to trouble its quiet life except the before two times.

They will visit my old house which had accompanied me so many years active. And I will say “come in, dear friend” when they come.

I say “my dear country and home” with smile when I think of dried road disrepair roadbed the thin hair of my mother and deep-set eye of my father