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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