Each of them has their own home, a cozy little house that holds their childhoods. Me too. My family's house is a very nice and spacious one.

My house is a spacious and airy three-story house. From a distance, you can see a warm yellow wall and a trellis of confetti blooming on the wall. A large green iron gate has protected this house for many years. Going through the gate was a small red brick courtyard. On the two sides of the yard are pots of plants, flower pots of all colors and types are always carefully cared for by her mother. Going through the yard is to the big house. Going through the wooden door is a spacious living room with furniture and a TV. The table is always decorated with a vase of flowers placed by her mother. Every day she picked flowers in the garden and brought them back and planted them in jars. On the wall are pictures of her family over time, her framed certificates of merit hanging up carefully. Going deep inside is the kitchen - where mom cooks delicious food for your father and child to enjoy every day. The room is full of appliances, and is always cleaned and shiny by her mother. Going up the main stairs are my parents bedroom, my bedroom and the altar room.My parents bedroom is quite large, inside not only the bed but also my dad's wardrobe, desk, and mother's dressing table. Her parents room also has a large glass door, opening to a balcony, standing there, you can easily see the small garden filled with the fragrance and color of your child's mother. My bedroom is smaller because I'm alone. In the corner of the room there is a student desk with Hello Kitty pictures, a large window facing the busy street. The last is the worship room. This room is always filled with the aroma of incense, bringing with it an ancient solemn atmosphere because this is the place where my house is to worship ancestors with the gods. Every Sunday weekend, I help her mother clean the house. In their free time, the mother and daughter change some things in the house to change the layout for the better.

I love my house very much. Because that is the home, the place where I grew up. The house not only has the use of shading from rain and sun, but also a place to keep my love and family memories, a place to welcome me after returning from home.

Surely, for all of us, home is the warmest, dearest and happiest place. Every time I go away, I remember my beloved house, the house with purple confetti, gentle parents, happy laughter.

My house is three floors, located in the alley along a street near West Lake. For years, the house was coated with bright yellow paint. Through the rain, the paint has faded somewhat. But to me, it was still strangely beautiful. In front of the house is a large gray iron gate. The gate is adorned with a soft, brilliant look thanks to the lush green and purple confetti that her mother planted. The gently bending flowers, clinging to the roof of the gate, invite everyone to enter the house. Entering the gate is a red tiled yard, the yard is not wide, but the corner of the yard is planted with many kinds of ornamental plants, including figs, kumquats. My father even bought my sister a nice white swing. 

Going through the dark red wooden door is the living room with elegant sofa tables and chairs. Every day, Mom also puts up a vase of fresh, radiant and fragrant flowers on the table, making the house glow. Opposite the furniture is a glass cabinet with many emulation flags, medals and certificates of merit from family members. The adjacent television, glossy black, flat like a large screen. On the wall hangs pictures of family and quiet landscape paintings. Behind the living room is the kitchen with full appliances. Every day, mom and dad are there to cook delicious, delicious and nutritious food for everyone. A brown winding ladder leads up to the bedroom.

 The second floor has a very large room that is grandparents' room. His room is full of old books and objects that look very interesting. Opposite the room of the grandparents is an ancestor altar, which is always solemn. The third floor is the bedroom of my parents and the bedroom of my two sisters. My sister's room has a cool blue wallpaper. On the wallpaper there are many pictures of sea snails, clouds, sun, flowers, ... extremely funny. Two sisters sleep on a pink wooden bunk bed. Step out onto the balcony, we can see a corner of the windswept West Lake.

Every day off, my sister helped her mother and mother clean it up so it was neat and shortest. I love my house very much. The house is not only the place where I was born, the place where I grew up, but also a place to keep many sad and happy memories of my childhood years.

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