我的家
我出生在这所房子里。房子很破旧，且已摇摇欲坠了，但是这对于有些年头的房子来讲是很正常的。听着墙壁发出的呻吟，看着天花板上岁月的斑点，这些都是我们家历史的写照，它正慢慢渗透于这所房子的每一个缝隙中。
一切都已不同于以往了。在这儿，我们已不再有安全感了。我们常常躲在闩紧的门或是拉得很严实的窗帘后。头顶砰砰的响声让我们不禁惊起，心理琢磨着楼上的那个小男孩到底睡不睡觉。
尽管母亲和我很快也要离开这个地方了，但是对我来说这儿就意味这家，永远都是。我们已经在这里留下了我们的印记。然而，现在我们要离去了，去往一个被称为家的地方。
My home
I was born in this house. My house is very old, and already crumbling, but it is very normal my house for some days,\\. Listen to moan from the wall, looking at the ceiling age spots, these are my family's history, it is slowly permeate each gap in the house. Everything is different now. Here, we are no longer a sense of security. We're often behind the bars of door or curtain was firmly sealed. Head banging sound let us started up, psychological wondering what the little boy upstairs sleep not sleeps .
Although my mother and I also want to leave this place soon, but for me this means that the, always will be. We have left our mark here. However, we're leaving now, go to a place called home.