Every time after school, I go back to my familiar house. This place has a family with many fond memories. For many years, I have lived in the loving arms of my parents. My house is located in the middle of the suburban district of the city. It was a level four house; the iron window is always closed. Hibiscus trees swarm the narrative walls. From afar it looks like a flower that turns green around the garden. Entering the gate of the house, you can immediately see the image of the oval trees, in the flower season, each cluster looks like white clouds, how beautiful it is! Indoors, especially on beautiful mornings, or on summer afternoons, being able to hear birds chirping on the tree branches in the front yard is fun and attractive. In particular, when the flying season stepped into the yard, I could see the scent rising from the stage. The yellow color of dried stubble seems to tell me: "The bumper season has returned".

The house consists of 4 rooms: living room, dining room, parents' bedroom and my bedroom. Each room is located in a room, although small but very pretty. My parents are in the left compartment, I am in the right room and the living room and dining room are in the middle. Every room is airy, has a window, the summer breeze blows in to dispel all the heat. The floor of the house is covered with earthen brown bricks and tiles, close and bold in the countryside. Although not a famous brick company, this is also the best brick in my hometown. The brick color combined with the light blue of the wall creates a pleasant harmonious feeling. The window of my room is opposite the garden, every morning I open the wooden door to let the sunlight jump into the room.