my ideal room

my ideal room
my ideal room

my ideal room
This is the place I come to when I am lonely, fearful, hurt, or angry. I also come here to relax and get away from the everyday stresses of life. Where is my ideal place?
I walk through the arched doorway and down the long, narrow, and steep set of steps to my basement bedroom. I take off my shoes and socks at the bottom of the steps and marvel at the smooth blue plush carpet beneath my feet. The pale blue walls of this room compliment the black lacquer framed seascape hanging on it. This painting of the ocean crashing against some rocks is painted in an array of blues. On the opposite wall of this seascape, there are numerous portraits of family members and friends. All the portraits are different sizes, but in frames of only blue, black, or gold.
A Warm, Blue Place
I smile at the tall, icy glass of cherry Kool-Aid awaiting my arrival. It sits sweating next to a stack of unopened mail on the night stand. I pick up the glass and take a swallow big enough to fill my stomach. As usual, the Kool-Aid is sweet and tangy. I set the glass down and wipe the sweat just before it rolls off the glass and hits the telephone. I notice the blinking red light on the telephone, reminding me to check my messages. I turn on the hourglass-shaped lamp filled with black sand to read the mail.
Across the room, the show, "Change of Heart", blasts on the twenty-seven inch television. The roar of laughter from the studio audience fills the room. After flipping through the mail, I glance up.
On the desk, I notice the letters of a message dancing across the computer screen. The messages range from "I love you" to "Call your mother" to "You forgot to wash the dishes." The computer is on and waiting for me to check my e-mail. The black desk and matching chair are a mess. There are papers of every color, shape, and size scattered on the surface. White papers, blue papers, pink papers, red papers, green papers, peach papers, and tan papers flooding the desk. Papers shaped in squares, triangles, circles, and hearts cover the desk. Torn papers and whole papers invade the desk. The gold framed picture of me and my boyfriend is lost under this mess. It's hard to see the printer, scanner, or mouse.
I decide to leave the mail for the following morning and I walk to the bulletin board next to the desk. This, too, is a mess: messages, appointments, bills, blue papers, red papers, white papers, old papers, new papers, memos, calendars, to-do lists, and much more are tacked to this large board.
Everyday, I say, "One day I'll clean this mess."
I begin taking off my clothes; stripping down to my underwear and laying the clothes on the desk's chair. I pass by the completely mirrored closet and go directly to the long black lacquer dresser and mirror.
Looking in the arched mirror that is trimmed in gold, I see the reflection of all the small glass dolphins arranged neatly on the dresser top. I open one of the six drawers, get out some old, torn jogging pants, and put them on.
I walk towards the five foot chest of drawers. It, too, is black lacquer and trimmed in gold with six stacked drawers. On the top sits the television, VCR, cable box, VCR tape rewinder, and the most beautiful statue. The statue, from England, is a half naked charcoal woman sitting with her legs crossed "Indian style." She has a sparkling green headwrap and matching blanket across her bottom half. Her right arm is distinctly placed across her breasts and her left, across her stomach.
As I pass the stand holding the video tapes and compact discs, I reach back and turn off the television. Silence fills the room.
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还有短的：
My Dream House
As I approach the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick glimpse of it. It is huge, and is the most noticeable building in the area. My private plane lands on the air strip next to the house. I get out of the plane and start my journey through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house. I walk with anxiety toward the house at which I will spend the rest of my life. All around me lie the most beautiful trees and plants you have ever seen. It is peaceful but you can hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest creatures frolicking in the under brush. As I continue to walk along the path the end starts to appear. I now see my house for the first time up close. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment I was about to experience.
My house that I designed is all I imagined and more. It is a four story dream on a huge fifteen acre lot. As I approach the stairs at the entrance to the house I am surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in the center. The handles and the frame is made of brass. As I continue around the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house. There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south side of the house I am now looking over the Pacific Ocean. A huge eight foot picture is facing the same way I am. As I look down and observe the ocean I see two piers jutting out into the Pacific. On either side of the piers are huge boulders protecting the coast line from erosion. The house's walls are made of stucco and it has an old fashion shingles that are a clay color.
As I walk into the back yard I am surrounded by the best things a man could ever want. Well not quite everything! But a lot of things. I walk toward the road and I first come across a basketball court. To the left of the basket ball court is a tennis court. There is a bar in between the two to take a break at between games. On the opposite side of the yard there is an in ground swimming pool that is connected to the pool inside the house. As my journey comes to a close I notice a white gazebo off to the east of the house. It is in a position such that you can see anyone entering or leaving the lot if you are sitting in it.
As my plane leaves to go home to pack I take one last look at the house. I think to myself, "Yes this is my dream house, My dream house."
呵呵短一点的
My dream house is located in the middle of HuXingDao. Surrounding my house would be soothing water ripples and the pond would be filled with lotus flower. This house will adapt the Japanese style by using bamboo as it's main supply. This way, the appearance of the house will fit into the nature scenary and gave people a peaceful view. Not only that, there will be an open glass ceiling for star gazing at night. Furnitures will be picked on their elegance and all the electronic appliances are automatic. In front of the house will be a little flower garden with different fruit trees planted. Furthermore, there will also be a golf course. This is my dream house and I will work hard to achieve this dream one day