My room is my beloved nest.

As soon as I opened the door of my room, I could see my soft little bed on the left. The bed was covered with red, yellow, white, and colorful quilts, and there were patterns of little white buns on the quilt.

There are also some toys on the bed, including stuffed puppies, kittens, chickens, etc.

It's so comfortable to lie in bed after working hard every day.

To the right of the bed is a row of bookshelves with many books on them: story books, history books, fairy tale books, textbooks, comic books... I like reading books very much, because books are the source of knowledge and the ladder of human progress.

On the left side of the bookshelf is a computer desk with my beloved computer and typewriter on it. My mother said, "Computers can help with learning." She also bought me a lot of learning software, so I turned on the computer after school every day after finishing my homework.

I gained a lot of knowledge from it, and the computer became my good teacher and helpful friend.

Although my room is small, I like my room very much.

Post 2: My Room I like my room very much, it is an ordinary house.

There are doors and windows, a small bed, a wardrobe, books, toys and the three-best and five-best student certificates I got for my hard work.

I also have some out-of-print collections that no one else has: a few dog hairs, plant roots, some glass fragments and flowers sewn with plastic paper... But sometimes, I wish my room was different from what it is now.

Whenever I see someone with pets and plants, I wish my room was a zoo and a botanical garden.

Every day I raise my favorite kangaroos, puppies, hamsters, rabbits, kittens, etc.; I plant cherry blossoms, peonies, lilies, jasmine, morning glories, etc... and raise them to be fat, strong and tall.

When they are old enough, the animals are released into the wild, and the plants are transplanted to areas with smaller numbers.

When I face failure, I wish my room was a blue cabin.

Many cute Smurfs rushed to my room to share my worries with me and let them take me to a carefree world to have fun.

When I'm successful, I wish my room was a pink cabin.

The whole room is pink and full of warmth, even the sunlight shining through the glass is pink.

Father Sun smiled at me and Sister Yunduo chatted with me. I felt that life was always full of beauty.

However, after much thought, I still like the current room.

During the day, I do homework, read, and entertain in it; at night, I sleep and dream in it, living happily.

Chapter 3: My Room Our home is a medium-sized place.

Not as big as a mansion, but not as small as a boarded-up house.

In this home, there is a small room of 10 square meters. Everything in this room looks like childhood and looks very young.

This is my room.

Our house has three bedrooms and two living rooms. My room is directly opposite my parents’ room.

When I walked into my room, the first thing I saw was my pure blue curtains. Except for the curtains being a little more beautiful, the other things were ordinary.

The first thing you see after entering the room are the curtains.

Next is the desk, which is directly opposite the curtain, and under the curtain is the desk.

The desk was relatively new, made of black walnut panels.

But the books on the desk looked very old and were piled up in a mess.

Behind the bed is my bed. I won’t introduce the bedding one by one as I write this. Behind the bed is my wardrobe. The clothes in it are hanging quietly. I just change clothes appropriately as the weather changes.

Nothing new either.

To the right of this series of things is a wall.

That is, these things are against the wall.

To the left of the desk, there is another desk.

That's dad's special table.

Every night, when I do my homework, my father works together with me. Sometimes he does work, sometimes he reads books, etc.

To the left of this desk is a large bookcase with many books in it!

The books are neatly displayed. Every time my father’s friends come, they always praise him and say: “There are so many books, you can open a bookstore!” Half of the books in the bookcase are my father’s, and half are mine.

Place it well... This is my room. After listening to my introduction, you should have a general understanding!

Post 4: My Room I have a cute, neat pink room.

My "pink" room has doors, windows, desks, wardrobes... I will clean the room. My father often comes to me to find interesting books to read, and my mother comes to teach me my homework. My dolls, fairy tale books, toys...

…I put them all in there.

As soon as I entered this room, I was imagining that this place would be different from now... I wish my room was a vase.

I smell the fragrance of flowers here and grow up happily.

I would rather my room have eyes, mouth, hands, feet, nose, ears and hair.

This way, I can ask her to take me to the mall.

I can also talk and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her.

Sometimes, my room is a cloud.