My house in the hometown
My dad had a callwith me, which drew me back to my house in the hometown. My house is in thecountryside, under the bottom of the hill. It nears the rural road, b
uiltseveral years ago, and my house has a big ground, along with fruit trees on theleft and some cedars on the right. My house is a bungalow, one floor, withoutbeing painted. Compared to the buildings near it, my house is a poor and uglyman. Worse, when it rains, my house leaks, which contributes to my wholefamilies being in the river. One of the windowsin the wall is broken damaged by a naughty boy. What’s more, the Iron Gate gets rusty. Entering into it, there is a longand big hall. On the left of the hall, it’s a small room and it’s my room. Thereis a TV and a bed in the room. Because the TV is set down in this room and Ilike watching TV, I begged my parents for the possession of the room and Isucceeded getting it. There are some awards on the wall, which were myachievements in the middle school. Some doll lies on the soft bed. At the front ofthe big hall is a narrow corridor, which is coder in summer , on the left ofthe narrow corridor is my parents’ room. There’s a double room and a yellowwardrobe, belongs to my mother’s dowry.