My home is neither a mansion nor a villa. There is no garden or house. Like most people, I have an ordinary and warm home.

My home is the library. My father is the curator and holds all the "adult books". I am the deputy curator, and all children's books are in my charge. Usually, it takes a lot of effort for my father to dig out a book from a bookshelf full of bedrooms. Sometimes in order to find a book, my father will take all the books off the shelf and put them on one by one. My habits are not very good. Look at that.

My home is a toy store. When I walk into my bedroom, I can see Winnie the Pooh, which is one meter high on the bed. This is a special reward I got when I played hoop in the carnival playground. There is a little brown bear with a bow tie and a long-eared Lan Tu on the corner of the bed, which my mother gave me. There is a standing dog, a little monkey with a big head and a small body and a chubby little penguin with a scarf beside the bed. Every night.

My home is also a drugstore. There are different kinds of Chinese medicine and western medicine in a big drawer in the living room. There is a big box in grandma's room, which contains all kinds of medicines for treating grandma's diabetes. Because grandma cooks Chinese medicine every afternoon, there is a faint smell of Chinese medicine at home every day.

This is my home, an ordinary but warm home.