My family's old house was small and made of wooden planks.
In the rainy season, the water was wet on the wooden planks, the wind blew the slits on the roof. In the rainy season the water overflowed through the brick, left the mud, sand and crumbs under the bed.
Water crossed the house, flowing down the slope into the large lake below the valley.
The house of my family's old days, In the winter, the cold wind blew through the openings, the wind shaked the window, wind outside the sky with the leaves of jackfruit trees in the back of the house rubbed against each other. I, my brother and sister were studying and each of us wore 1, 2 jackets, socks, and covered by a thin blanket, It was warm enough to make dim eyes, this child looks for the other child to avoid being discovered by parents.
The house was small, just a few steps away, The family was sitting on two beds watching a small color television set on the iron cabinet from Ha Tinh (my old hometown).
Cold wind, the whole family covered by the velvet shell, thick thick intestines, lying close to each other for warmth.
If it is hot, opened the window so that the wind blows into the house with a faint smell of soil, the smell of coffee is planted in front of the house.
Peaceful!
Coffee garden behind my house