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Where Will We Sleep in this Big Old House?

2024-02-16 23:19:29

I remember my father saying, "I always like to go to bed there, boat light reflected from the water has a mysterious nature, so I can imagine an attractive place far away." I will. Like my father, I have a special feeling in this comfortable section. It gives them the ability to see the smoothness of cargo ships closely to powerful engines as they go up and down violently in the aisles. I am afraid of the alert pilot who can negotiate with the unstable part of the river in the dark.

My parents retired after living in a solemn eight-year-old house. This is a big house with several locked doors containing young relics. Most of my old father's books are in the basement. In the rainy season, rain may damage old cartons, so you need to enter the room to keep the book in a new powerful carton. In the dry season, I placed a book in his car. I like to inhale it by pushing them with my nose. They smell a musty smell of most old books. There are many classic works in the old book, but I like to read and read during school holidays. This is the way I found Anna Karenina and Jane Eyre. There are two rooms downstairs. It is research in the library and in some new rooms. Most of them are Christian novels and nonfiction titles. These are bothering me very much

When I was a college student in North Carolina State, I moved to an old and squeaky house and moved with two other people I have never seen before. Each of us has a bedroom on the first floor of the house. On the second floor there are two large rooms filled with old furniture, full of clothes, books and trash can. After the first week we moved, we did not go there. One night I passed under the stairs (to the vacant room) and watched TV with my room on my way to the living room. It is like someone is blowing ice behind me. I turned and saw the second floor, which was completely black. I do not see anything, but I think someone is looking back at me, it feels strange