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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 oursI 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 赞 (散文编辑：

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