Every time after school, I go back to my familiar house. This is a family with many fond memories. For many years, I have always lived in the loving arms of my parents. My house is located in the middle of the suburbs of the city. It was a level four house; the iron gate is always closed. Hibiscus trees grow on a fence with a zinc wall. From afar, it looks like a flower that rims the garden with its green color. Stepping into the gate of the house, you immediately see the image of the oval trees, in the flowering season, each bunch of white clouds looks so beautiful! Sitting indoors, especially on beautiful mornings, or on quiet summer afternoons, I can clearly hear the birds chirping on the tree branches in the front yard. Especially, when the harvest season comes, I can smell the smell of straw rising from the drying yard. The yellow color of dried stubble seems to tell me: "The bumper season has returned".