The picture of my grandma’s house still clearly paints in
my head, that house where I use to spend all my summers in. The house is around
two stops away from the bus stop, locating on the sides of the road. The house
was built by my great grandfather, lasting for nearly a hundred years, the house
looked quaint from the outside with grey concrete walls and a conspicuous red
colored door although it's quite different from the inside.Inside
the wall, a small garden with most of its area covered in soil.
Stepping into the garden, you can feel the smell of fresh scent of nature swirling up your nose. The soil was planted with many kinds of vegetables, even some fruits. Just simply taking a glance at the garden, you will probably spot some ripe tomatoes, scallions and some cabbage. Near the doorway into the room lies my grandma's old rocking chair that creaks as it goes back and forth. This is where she usually spends her afternoon basking under the glowing sunlight. If you were to go further inside you would see the living room, which is also has a kitchen. The room is quite plain with simple, white colored wall, wooden dinner table in the middle and a few old-fashioned chairs along its sides. Sometimes in the summer, you will probably find some watermelons rolling below the empty spaces underneath the table (even though it sounds weird). The second floor of the house is connected by a wooden staircase, similar to the one that you usually see in horror movies, squeaking loudly for every step you take.
Up the staircase is my grandma’s bedroom, which reminds me of the olden times. In the middle of the room lays my grandma’s bed, perhaps what made it special is its old styling blankets embroidered with red flower patterns on top. On the left side stands a drawer that holds an old, microwave looking TV from the late 20th century along with those old radio players with a rod sticking on top of it. The last piece of furniture to be found in the room —— the closet, in which my grandma not only keeps her old-fashioned clothing, but also her memories from the old times. Just like how she keeps her memories of her past, I will always keep the memories of my times in my grandma’s house.
Stepping into the garden, you can feel the smell of fresh scent of nature swirling up your nose. The soil was planted with many kinds of vegetables, even some fruits. Just simply taking a glance at the garden, you will probably spot some ripe tomatoes, scallions and some cabbage. Near the doorway into the room lies my grandma's old rocking chair that creaks as it goes back and forth. This is where she usually spends her afternoon basking under the glowing sunlight. If you were to go further inside you would see the living room, which is also has a kitchen. The room is quite plain with simple, white colored wall, wooden dinner table in the middle and a few old-fashioned chairs along its sides. Sometimes in the summer, you will probably find some watermelons rolling below the empty spaces underneath the table (even though it sounds weird). The second floor of the house is connected by a wooden staircase, similar to the one that you usually see in horror movies, squeaking loudly for every step you take.
Up the staircase is my grandma’s bedroom, which reminds me of the olden times. In the middle of the room lays my grandma’s bed, perhaps what made it special is its old styling blankets embroidered with red flower patterns on top. On the left side stands a drawer that holds an old, microwave looking TV from the late 20th century along with those old radio players with a rod sticking on top of it. The last piece of furniture to be found in the room —— the closet, in which my grandma not only keeps her old-fashioned clothing, but also her memories from the old times. Just like how she keeps her memories of her past, I will always keep the memories of my times in my grandma’s house.
