Composition of the Old Hospital (1)

Enjoy the beautiful scenery and cherish the memory of the hospital.

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What lingered in my mind was the outline of the old courtyard. But why is it so vague? Perhaps it is time that has washed away its existence.

I remember that there was a tall persimmon tree in the yard. The branches with luxuriant foliage crisscrossed the sky above the yard. The wild vines under the wall tightly embraced the gray wall

After the land that had slept all winter slowly woke up, spring walked quietly into the old house with light steps. Outside the courtyard, like a row of soldiers guarding the trees in the old courtyard, they have already put on new clothes, and the green shoots have quietly jumped onto the treetops, verdant. At the corner of the courtyard, there are flowers and warm smiles, and grass is also sticking out to add a new touch of green to the old courtyard. In the yard, the peach blossom in bud looks like a shy girl, blushing; The charming roses exude charming fragrance, refreshing; The daphne peppers stand beside, complementing each other with colorful flowers. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of the flowers in my memory often haunts me, making me intoxicated.

If the old courtyard in spring is a quiet landscape painting, the old courtyard in summer is a colorful oil painting. The hot summer wind blows away the fragrance of spring, adding a bright color to the old courtyard. In the scorching summer, the old courtyard turned red cherries and green plantains. The rows of weeds beside the yard swayed in the hot summer wind. I think there may be some treasure hidden in the grass? But every time I open the lush grass, the answer is always disappointing. But my infatuation with the grass has not disappeared, but has become stronger.

Autumn sweeps away the heat and dryness of the sun and spreads the coolness to the earth; In autumn, the cold weather is blocked, but the fruits are held up and offered to the world. Every autumn, the old courtyard is immersed in the aroma of ripe fruits and vegetables. The pomegranates on the trees beside the courtyard have already opened their mouths. Maybe they praise the charming scene of the old courtyard in autumn, or they are happy for the harvest in autumn. At this time, naughty children often run to steal pomegranates. After a while, Uncle Zhang next door will run out and yell, "Whose bear child stole my pomegranates again..." At this time, those children often hide in a corner of the old yard and secretly rejoice.

In winter, there is no spring vitality, summer enthusiasm, autumn harvest here, but a quiet courtyard. The flowers withered and took back their red skirts and green shirts to the earth; The trees gather up their soft branches and sprinkle the earth with indifference; The little swallow also flied away from the old yard, waiting for spring to come again.

As time went by, the old courtyard had already turned pale and lost its makeup. The vitality of the past had already disappeared, and people's laughter and laughter had gradually dissipated. It is suddenly in the midst of high-rise buildings, waiting for the remodeling in the near future. My heart shook at the thought of the collapse of the old courtyard.

The light and shadow of the old courtyard in the deep of my heart, accompanied by the wind, broke the ground together. It was green sorrow. Several times the grass is green, several times the frost leaves are red, the old courtyard is still in the dream, and the old laughter is still ringing in the ears

Composition of the Old Hospital (2)

My old courtyard composition is 250 words - my childhood was spent in loneliness. Most of the children in the village are much older or younger than me, and there is no one of my age. So, when I spent my childhood alone, the old house became my only friend, that is, when the young childlike innocence felt lonely, it slowly found that I could not be separated from the old house.

The yard is not very large and may cover an area of half an acre. Even so, a circle of ruler thick walls were built with yellow mud, and the walls were a little bent. I wonder that my mother doesn't know how old he is, and that he hasn't collapsed after so many ups and downs. It is full of holes drilled by ants or crickets, and of course, there are also spinnerets, which probably make nests inside. When the west wind yellowed the first Indus leaf, the cries of these autumn insects began to ring, from high to low, one after another. They sang the song of autumn.

Composition of the Old Hospital (3)

It's my 15th birthday. Mother prominently placed two pots of flowers in the newly decorated house, one was the fiery red triangle plum, the other was the cuckoo that opened like a ball of hydrangea. Jinlilai's cake and a cute little sheep attribute toy were waiting by the side early. Cousin's message and brother-in-law's blessing have previewed the birthday dinner in advance. But my sadness and loneliness are full of chest. Looking at the rows of new buildings outside the window and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the corridor, I miss the old house that has lived for 14 years. It was my birthday and I never felt so lonely. I have spent 14 years in the old house, and today I am so stubborn and clear... In the early morning of the old house, there is no need to tighten the clockwork of the alarm clock, the tap sound of slippers, the splash sound of water, the grudging yawn of the children awakened by their parents in their dreams, all of which are the clock to wake you up. Say good morning to each other, and the old courtyard starts a new day. Half of the people who rode bicycles, motorbikes, buses, and trotted out of the old courtyard. After seeing off the noise in the morning, the old people left behind in each family started to make arrangements again. Clean up the house, prepare lunch, and exchange ideas for children's birthday. Grandma Zhang talked about the difficulties at home, and Grandpa Li complained about retirement. The second uncle, who was on duty, also took the time to repair the "singing" bike. The leisurely atmosphere sent away the long day. The old house is never lonely. When the children come back from school like birds returning to their homes, and when the adults at work come to the shore like sailing boats, you can smell all kinds of delicious food and hear the joyful calls of mothers. The most intoxicating moment of the old house has come. In the old courtyard, you don't have to worry about the door being locked, because the left neighbor has your key; Don't be afraid to forget to water the flowers, because Youshe has already thought of it to you by the way; The child has finished school, and there are unexpected guests at home. You don't have to worry... just like a family. The courtyard is filled with love air of helping in distress and sharing happiness. Although the environment of the new building is so clean and beautiful. But I can't forget the mossy pool of the old president, the ivy that peeled off the gray wall, and the birthday dinner where all the people in the hospital surrounded me and blew out the candles at a stretch... It's the old hospital that has accompanied me through so many memorable years! Today's birthday, yesterday's old house

Composition of the Old Hospital (4)

The sunshine in the old courtyard is warm, the sky is blue, and the breeze is also sweet.

There are two vegetable fields in front of Grandma's old courtyard, one of which is covered with shelves, which are hung with fat cucumbers. They enjoy the shade and sleep soundly among the leaves. It is as kind as the grandma in the old house, without thorns, and its green coat is smooth. When I was a child, I ran in the field, ran, and when I was tired, I picked some, rubbed them on my clothes, and stuffed them into my mouth. They were crunchy and full of green sweetness.

The exquisite yard is soaked with grandma's sweat. When should we plant something, when should we weed, when should we pick fruit, and which seedlings have pests, all of these have affected Grandma's frown.

In her spare time, Grandma likes to sit beside the ground of the old courtyard, sit in a cool chair, shake a cattail fan, look at the vegetable plot, and look at me beside her. I like listening to her tell me stories, like her waving cattail fans, the breeze blowing on me; I like watching her pull out a weed on the ground while talking. "Where is the shovel?" I asked Grandma. "On the stones on the ground, be careful!" "Grandma, which peanut is big under the ground?" "Here, here." She picked up the shovel and dug, "Ah, open your mouth!" A few peeled peanuts were sent to my mouth. I like her smile at this time. The wrinkles around her eyes are piled together, as soft as the sunset on the distant mountain.

Standing at the gate of the old courtyard, the bus roared as if to urge. "Grandma, goodbye! Grandma, go back! Grandma..." I stretched out my head from the window and shouted at her. In the autumn wind, her sparse white hair swayed blindly like autumn grass. "Remember to come back often, remember to come back to eat the cucumbers I planted for you, as well as peanuts, tomatoes, and..." Her huge voice made her look even smaller. "Grandma, you can go with us! Come with us!" Grandma didn't say anything, just lowered her head, "I won't go, remember to come back and have a look. Pay attention to your body!" There was a heavy sadness in the voice.

The car was getting farther and farther away. Through the window, I saw her figure getting smaller and smaller. Between heaven and earth, she was standing alone on the road. As soon as the car turns, she will never be seen again!

Grandma stood on the road beside the village, sent her father out to school, sent him to work in the city, sent him to settle down in the city, and sent me to school in other places again and again, so similar - the people who sent him away seldom came back, only she stood in the same place, watching the car drive far away. Only, the same departure, change is gradually old grandmother. Sitting on the car and looking out of the window, the land harvested under the gray sky is empty. Gradually, there were more houses on the roadside, more cars on the road, and I was going to the city. My mind was thinking about Grandma, how she stood at the intersection, gazed for a long time, how to turn around slowly, move steps, and walk back to the old house.

She stubbornly refused to live in the city with her children and grandchildren. She stuck to an old courtyard and a vegetable garden. How I thought, standing at the gate of the old house again, shouting "Grandma, I'm back!"

Composition of the Old Hospital (5)

My old courtyard composition is 250 words - my childhood was spent in loneliness. Most of the children in the village are much older or younger than me, and there is no one of my age. So, when I spent my childhood alone, the old house became my only friend, that is, when the young childlike innocence felt lonely, it slowly found that I could not be separated from the old house.

The yard is not very large and may cover an area of half an acre. Even so, a circle of ruler thick walls were built with yellow mud, and the walls were a little bent. I wonder that my mother doesn't know how old he is, and that he hasn't collapsed after so many ups and downs. It is full of holes drilled by ants or crickets, and of course, there are also spinnerets, which probably make nests inside. When the west wind yellowed the first Indus leaf, the cries of these autumn insects began to ring, from high to low, one after another. They sang the song of autumn.