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Many people dream to have a modern house located in the city, however, I love my house in my peaceful hometown. My house has only 2 floors and is not spacious, but the space is enough for a family to live cosily. My father painted the house blue, which is my favourite colour, and the ceiling is beautifully decorated with star and moon ornaments. My mother loves natural lights rather than artificial lights so each room has its own large windows. There is a balcony in my bedroom, where I can enjoy the breathtaking view of the sea every morning. We have a large garden where we plant flowers, which I can’t have if we live in the city. Because I have a job in the city, I only visit my house twice a month. The time I live in my house with my parents is always the best part in my life.
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Many people dream to have a modern house located in the city, however, I love my house in my peaceful hometown. My house has only 2 floors and is not spacious, but the space is enough for a family to live cosily. My father painted the house blue, which is my favourite colour, and the ceiling is beautifully decorated with star and moon ornaments. My mother loves natural lights rather than artificial lights so each room has its own large windows. There is a balcony in my bedroom, where I can enjoy the breathtaking view of the sea every morning. We have a large garden where we plant flowers, which I can’t have if we live in the city. Because I have a job in the city, I only visit my house twice a month. The time I live in my house with my parents is always the best part in my life.
When it comes to my hometown, the first person I have to talk about is the small house with my parents, Hai, who often arrests her.
It is a three-room apartment with embankment leaves, hidden under the green trees at the top of the village. From afar, nowhere to be seen. The peaks that surpass those green bamboos is your house. Entering the house must go through a bamboo gate, which can be supported up and down. Two rows of hibiscus are trimmed to the shoulder, straight, along both sides of the road leading to the house. The yard is covered with ashes. In the summer, when the potato is exposed to the sun, it is dry and crispy. In the afternoon, the whole family often serves dinner in the yard to cool off. The sickle of the house is built of bricks and tiles. My house has not built walls yet, the walls are plastered with sand and lime. Water swept from New Year's year is left over. The door is made by putting together wooden information. The two inner windows are made of temporary bamboo. The house has a rustic table and chairs to receive guests. On the high wall near the rafters, Uncle Ho's photo is in a glass frame. Under the photo, Uncle has a picture of five fruits. The left room is the resting place of my parents, and the left side has a double window, near the window is our study.
The house is so simple, but the garden is full of trees. Which bamboo, which embankment, which is guava, which is coconut. The corner of the garden has a sweet star fruit tree. Flowers in clusters, purple hearts like oval flowers. In the ripe star fruit season, the yellow fruit hangs on the branches, and the birds come back to chirping and tingle. There is a garden in front of the yard, which season of vegetables. The trench was as big as a small bowl. Improve the tree so that the same has been raised tongs. The last garden is a yellow tree, only the top part looks like a mushroom. Underneath the tree grows gradually gradually gradually retracted to feed the buffalo. Shooting the yellow tree is the buffalo stable. Near morning, the wood creaks and creaks in.
The simple diagrams in the house and the trees in the garden seem to have been born with me, eat and sleep, and have fun with me for many years in the warm family scene. I have never used the image of ever having to leave a familiar apartment.
