An English composition about a house is 60 words.

The house where I grew up enriched my childhood and shaped my character.

In the house, there is a living room, a study and two bedrooms, where I share happiness and sadness with my family. On the whole, it has a classic atmosphere. Once you enter our house, you can see it at a glance. Sure enough, it was a big French curtain that landed in front of the balcony. On the balcony, we planted some fresh vegetables to eat, so that we don't have to worry about not having a healthy diet in the city. We also planted some kapok, which will glow red when they are in full bloom in autumn.

However, as a boy who is not interested in gardening, I seldom mind the balcony. Usually, when I come home from work with my parents at night, I watch TV and listen to the tape recorder in the living room. During the day, the bookshelf in my bedroom becomes my favorite place. The bookshelf is built on three walls, where I can find hundreds of hardcover books collected by my parents. Most of the time, due to the hustle and bustle of city life, my parents and I don't have much time to get together and enjoy the comfort of our home. But on weekends, we usually invite some relatives or friends to the restaurant for a decent dinner, right in front of the balcony. Looking at the blooming flowers and enjoying a country flavor that suits our own tastes, all our guests will feel the warmth in their hearts, which reinforced concrete apartments will never bring them.

Behind my house, there is a piece of land covered with green grass, and a white cobblestone path extends through it. After dinner, I often walk along this path. There is a garden in front of my house, surrounded by orchids and bamboos, and the railings are shivering in the sun. A tall evergreen tree, whose name I didn't know for many years, has leaves with light green edges. It looks exquisite and charming not only for my family, but also for all tourists from afar. Although this garden is not as big as those that can only be owned by the rich and excessively lucky, it still conveys a harmonious and energetic picture, which has always been in the memory of all my friends, who have never even been to my house once. But every time my friends spoke highly of this garden, I didn't bother to tell them that when I was born, it used to be a clearing. My mother didn't want it to go to waste, so