The path in front of my house is winding and colorful. I walk through this beautiful path every day when I come home from school. I feel very proud.
The fence around my house is yellow. I remember when I was a child, my mother kept a lot of chickens and ducks in the fence. One of them is Lily, the other is Lily, and the other is Kaka. All of those men are friends of mine. Unfortunately, when I was six years old, they fell ill and died. I think of them every time I see the fence.
The river beside the fence is crystal clear, and sometimes several red carp play freely in the water.
The flowers and trees next to the house are all planted by my parents, including peach trees, morning glory, sunflower and peony. I watered them every day, and soon we became friends. Although I am not as good as Lily and Kaka, I am still very happy.
The field next to the house changes all the year round. In spring, the rape in the field is green and looks like the grassland on the horizon. In autumn, the crops in the field are ripe, like a golden carpet on the ground.
This is my beautiful home.