When I was little, I used to draw my favorite house, with a pencil stroke, and then with a sk made from a dry branch. In my opinion, my house would have The roof is a golden straw, there is a door frame made of knitting can be raised and lowered without the hand close to close in. My house will lie on a green grass carpet, hidden under a bamboo stilts and front will have a gentle gentle river. There will be knit around the fence to the branches to climb the branches, there will be a small garden to grow fresh vegetable beds but truss pumpkins and fragrant flowers, there will be a fresh, cool rainwater trapped in a clean paved stone yard washing my feet, and indispensable lettuce fish around me with the flavor of home, my house is very happy because of my parents, grandparents and also my sisters. How peaceful and joyful life is.
