There are six rooms in my house – one living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms and one kitchen. Among the rooms, my bedroom is the smallest but also the prettiest one. My parents allow me to decorate it on my own, so I put everything that I love into it. The walls have a sweet pink color, and I hang a lot of pictures of me, my family and my friends in a corner. The bed is not very big, and the bed sheets as well as pillows all have light pink color. There is a thick rug in my room, and I usually sit right on the floor to read books or playing video game. Opposite the door is a small table, and next to it is a big window so I can get the light. Near my bed is a tall wardrobe that I use to hang my clothes, and right next to it is a smaller closet that I store some other things. My room really matches my personality, and I love spending time there.

When building the house, my father gave me a nice little room on the second floor. About 15m2 room only but also enough to become my own world. Stepping through the wooden door that is evaluated as a glossy color is a neatly arranged and clean room. On the left and right is a very cute pink bedspread. On it, I feel very comfortable and excited because I can see the picture of nature painted on the wall. Next to it is a wooden shelf with many small compartments. In the top drawers I put any book, even a watercolor box and a new set of pencils I bought for my birthday. Left below is the house of the comic guys.Inside is the story of Doraemon, in the middle is the story of the Moroccan boy, and outside is the fairy tale of Andersen. All neatly arranged. On the right side of the room, my father gave me a horizontal cabinet painted in light blue with yellow borders that looked very eye-catching. The two sides of the cabinet are large enough for her to store her school and home clothes. The middle compartment has a layer of transparent glass door. In it is a collection of stuffed bears, dolls and many lovely erasers of all shapes and sizes. They are my pride with visiting friends. Near the window, my father gave me a set of green synthetic plastic tables and chairs. Above the table is a neon lamp - a small man, the lamp base has a light pink plastic pen holder. And the chair has a backrest so I sit comfortably. In the morning, the early morning sun shines through the crack of the door, illuminating the table with shimmering streaks of light. Together with the mischievous wind sisters, they seem to dance to the rhythm of the pen writing on the pages of notebooks that still smell like new paper. The room is my exciting world.