My Garden house is the most beautiful place I know. Because it
belonged to my grandfather. There are a lot of tree around my house. That
my grandfather planted sine he was a young man. Our house is a small
wooden house. It has red roof. In the front of my house. We have a little flower on the walk way. Every morning, Just after sunrise, Some butterfly will fly around the flower, The bird fly away from the tree. On rainy days. The frog away cry out so lounded. Every time, When I saw my old picture. I feel like back to the garden house again.