……Home, in the perspective of most ordinary people, might be a location, a house, or a corner in the end of street. The inexorable society has valued the definition of home in their hearts, converted them into a feelingless puppet. However, home to me, honestly speaking, is never be a place in my mind, because the most valuable part in home is the members consisted in it, my family. Where is my family, where is my home. A home can live in a house, but a house can never become a home.
The House on The Sky Mountain Avenue
By 张盛钊 Vincent
……The house is exactly the same way that how my mom told me when we were lying on the small beds in the hotel. The big T.V. is so big that we can pretend we are watching the movie in the theater, and the balconies are always awaiting the sunshine in the quiet nights with fresh air. I have my own bright and big bedroom with a soft comfortable bed in there, also a bathroom that I can use as long as I want.
Every time when I got up under the washing from the sunshine, and I know this is the dream house that I will live for a long time.