Hidden in the scenery of the window

 I like to decorate a simple home, do not like the plaster ceiling, do not like the Roman column, do not like the filth of the carpet. I am a white house, white walls, white, white marble windowsill. A white among the , in an inconspicuous place, put one or two red casual furniture, as my character, appearance and looked a strong, direct, and some neutral person, approached to go, you will find a trace of tenderness in my heart, obsessed , intoxicating, like a charming corner of scattered pink ...... I am very concerned about the brand of furniture, like the kind of modeling simple, angular flute, not like the carved, cumbersome furniture. in my opinion Furniture is home to the soul, or the home of the hostess, a woman of temperament, no whitewash, no publicity, she used her experience, her accomplishments, her innate beauty, filling her taste. was like white, white curtains, white bedspread, wait for them to tear down every inch of the white decorate my home. like white, not only because of the simplicity of the white, quiet, but also because only white, to express my pure obsession. However, growing up, slowly learned, too pure, it is inevitable boring, boring, beautiful colors needed, more of a color, more of a mature. spaces really give some color to see, it was found beyond the white need a state, as I struggled collecting color when a friend told me that color is a living, I suddenly see the light, so warm and red, natural green, black, white, full of reason, were given by my living room, bedroom and kitchen, so I shuttling among the color, I can not tell is the color and then jump, or my life in the jump. tell the truth, I rarely go home early, those who had to do something or asked for it always makes me give up no less than , this might be my destined life, however, no matter how adrift, I always could not suppress the desire for home, often hurried pace of home rush for me was to attend to the lamps light the way, I do not understand, it was empty how let me home so worried about. Finally one day, a strange man standing outside my house, he was sincere and embarrassed said to me: air conditioning, do not dirty your home My heart thrown sweet, like my home, like the collection of landscape in the window, which is why so worried about my family.