Today, I don't know why. I miss my hometown and my old house in my heart. I slowly begin to miss the days of my hometown. I begin to feel that the memory in that old house is so precious. So I set off for my hometown.

The wind gently brushed my cheek, accompanied by a bamboo forest not far away. There is a green paddy field with a little yellow in the distance, and the rice beats neatly with the breeze. Then greedily took a sip, and the taste was so familiar and delicious.

I walked along the path paved with stones, through the narrow alley, and came to an old house with three floors and a balcony on the roof. Looking at the cracks and dust on the surface of the house, I can't help feeling a little sad. Once my father said to me, "This old house was made by your grandfather, so you should cherish it." Now, this old house has been worn out after more than 50 years of wind and rain. Besides, there is no one here. I patted the dust off the front door, but I couldn't push it open, so I slipped in through the back door.

As soon as I entered the door, it was dark and I felt a pungent dust rush into my nostrils. As I walked slowly, I seemed to feel something close to me, and I could vaguely see it-ah, it was a grain blower. I held the handle and turned it, recalling our childhood: "one, two, three, turn!" " "Those little hands turned quickly, watching the rice on it decrease bit by bit, and the millet flowed out from below. My childish face is so happy, and then I compare the speed in groups of three or five. How happy I am. At this point, the handle in my hand has been warm. I walked into the hall again. The wall was covered with cobwebs and the dust was so thick that I could see the footprints behind me clearly. I came to my door, and it said, "No one can enter unless you are molested!" " "I can't help laughing. Pushing open the door, a smell of rotten wood came to my face. When I walked in, the furniture had already been removed, leaving only the shabby wooden table. I walked to the wall beside the bed and saw a few crooked words "strong!" " ","Faith "and" Superman "can't help but think of my yearning and encouragement for the future when I was a child. But I was still a primary school student at that time, and now I am in junior high school, and everything seems to have changed.

I went to the balcony, which was covered with cacti. I want to look around. This used to be my paradise!