My house is located on the first land of the village, in the middle of a green year round orchard. In front of the entrance, there was a tall coconut tree with wrong fruit. The three of us have been building this house for nearly ten years. The roof is covered with coconut leaves and thick water. The brown color of the leaves is faded by the oil. Four walls are assembled by thin wooden boards, nailed tightly to the wooden frame. The large doors and windows were also wooden. Bright morning, the door is wide open to welcome sunshine and cool copper wind. The house is wide and airy. Smooth ground underfoot. The furniture in the house is very simple: A set of rattan tables and chairs to receive guests, a double screen, obscuring the mother's bed. The left corner close to the window is the desk of the three children, which is neatly arranged and tidy. Next is a set of polished brown perennial wooden planks. Her study desk is placed next to the back window, looking straight out into the vegetable garden and fruit trees. Under the cozy roof, my family lives in love and harmony. Every day, my grandparents take care of the house, nurture the plants in the garden. Her parents work hard all year round to bring their children to school. I stick with every corner of the house, the familiar garden, where I was born and raised with many memories of my childhood.
@mochizou
