My Classroom
The sun shines through the clear windows to my classroom,a school day has started.My classroom is full of joy and fun,although the learning subjects may be hard.I love my classroom not because of its size or design,but because of the people and events that I have with me.I have lots of friendly classmates and nice teachers.I learn interesting classes and improved my skill for my future in this classroom.My classroom gives me memories and joyful moments.Although classroom may changes according to my grade level,they still have the same brightness and joyfulness in them.
My room is small.In my room,there sits a tidy wooden bed with thick blankets that my mother bought for me with her little savings,just to make me feel warmer.Next to my bed,a wooden desk,fill with varies textbook,posits half of my room.I have a little book-self next to it.I use my room to study and sleep.The desk contain a little moist from noodles and meals brought in the room by my dear mother,who worries about me day and night.In this little room,I also have a spot for my collections of toys from my childhood period.This room is best room in my house,and my parents give it to me.
My family
I do not have any siblings.My family is made up of my father,my mother,and I.Sometimes I get bored.My father and mother are lovely couple.They work very hard to afford our livings.They come back home very late at night.The only family time is dinner during their early returns from their work.My parents are always tired and they still worry about me.There is not many argument or fight between my parents,though I was usually one of the popular topics that they fight about.I do,love my family.
My mother
I love my mother.She work outside and take care of me at home.Basically,she has to work two jobs.Sometimes,I get annoyed by her endless questions about school and homework,friends and activities.Other times,I miss these conversations when she suddenly stop asking me questions.This contradiction goes on forever.When I am studying,she cooks for me.When I am mad or sad,she listens to my complaint.When I am happy,she seems to be happy too.Her cooking is the best in the world.It may not be for others,but the love and effort she puts in her cooking gives the best taste.
My father
My father is a very strict and honest man.He works day and night.I only see him when I stay up late.He has the burden of keeping this family alive.Personally,I feel that his hard work is not paid off by the paycheck.He always works overtime.When he is at home,he talks to be in a very strict tone,even if I know that he loves me.Every single sentence shows me that he cares about me.He is very static and realistic.He taught me life lessons drawn from his own experience.I am proud to have such a good father and I want him to be proud of me,in the future.