Let me stretch it briefly, then i am sure you can imagine what it is all like with your fantasy.
We live in the yard of the town government. There is a river right before our house , flowing unremittingly by day and night , adding so much tenderness around the yard. I must say life here is very very simple and quiet. It is the speaciliaty of the countryside , no annoying noise ,less people on the street, looking around , a scenery of harmony flash out in your mind. In the late March and early April ,when the Rape Flower blossoms flourishingly , the aura of scent spreads mildly into the air.
The house we live is a one-storey building , with red brick piled up together , no extra decoration at all , showing a smelling of originality , which is all the way simple . Inside the house, the first feeling is plain , no luxurious furniture . One bed we bought from the market , a white classical big one . One desk , we put all our books on it , infusing some literary sense . One wardrobe , not a real one actually , just a folding one which is supported by several steels and with one cloth outside. Two common chairs , there is nothing more .Easy house ,easy life.