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i love my old house with my mom and dad both inside i love my big crystal windows my multifarious magazines and books everywhere my countless dolls in closet bed and on bedstand i like playing piano in a mysterious afternoon with flickering and inconstant sunbeams i like the fissure in the ceiling which i can see every morning when i open my eyes i love the tea table because it always full of snacks i love the soft long sofa which i watched The Little Flower with my mom last Children's Day i like lying on the sofa reading the latest magazines or some obscure novels i like watching football match in midnight with mom my glasses and beers i love the wall with photos among which i took a lot by aimed my lens outside my window i love that i can always find unexpected stuff from my messy room i always make boyish pranks even when cooking i love the church behind my house every sunday morning people always sang anthems when i was sleeping i like many friends live near my house like M and J i love the famous river and unstable bridge near my house people walking beside and beautiful lights and sometimes boring radios i love my zoo furniture actually everyone likes them my room is a zoo i only like my zoo but not other cruel's i like little children running and playing in my house they always make a lot of fun sometimes trouble i hate them at that time but they never know i love my little yellow bedsheet with ladybugs and leaves i even miss my hello kitty sleepwear and my new sleepcoat which is white and soft as a big towel i never have any chance to wear it i miss it so much

i love my old house so much why should people always leave what they love hey man will i be a part of the cosmos forever ?