My old life in Yonglefang

I grew up in Yonglefang which was a name of a Linong. However, now it has been demolished. Compared to now, that period of life in Yonglefang was very hard, but I it's hard not help to love and miss that kind of life.

Life in Linong was poor, but true, happy and peaceful.

I had lived in Yonglefang till I was eight years old. I liked the mornings there. When I woke up, I was the only one in the room but I could hear the sounds in the kitchen. My parents went to work but my grandpa and grandma was in the kitchen, cooking my breakfast. The kitchen was full of racket and whispers. My grandparents and the neighbors were afraid that their voices would awake me. I got up and went out the room and saw the delicious food was right there waiting for me. Then I went out the door, came to the Linong and found the Linong was full of sunshine, with people coming and going, saying hello to me. Adults were ready to work and kids were sit in the Linong, out of the buildings, eating breakfast or stood at the doors, brushing teeth or washing face. It was the picture of a busy and hopeful morning, which I remembered for so many years. I'll never forget the sounds in the kitchen, the caring of my grandparents, the sunshine in Yonglefang, the hopeful expressions on people’s faces and the whole feeling of the old peaceful life.

Ever since I left Yonglefang, I have never had such mornings. On weekdays, I hurry to school when I get up and usually have breakfast on the way to school. Now, I don’t know anyone else in our building. My grandparents passed away and I don’t know where the other aged are; sunshine is only in other people's home; no one greets me; no kids eat outside there home……