There is a room that contains many of my “first times”. The first time I learned how to draw, the first time I learned how to write, the first time I learned how to press the buttons on the telephone, the first time…. This room is most memorable room in my life.  It is my grandfather’s bedroom.

       I lived with my grandparents when I was young. My grandparents have a really large house, so they separate their bedroom. My grandfather is a person who loves reading, calligraphy, and making kites, so there are many art works in his room.

       His room full of pigments and ink smell and wood smell, which comes from the furniture. It is really foul, even the smell comes inside my head every time I breathe in his room. However, when I smell it in another place, it always let me remember the time I spent with my grandfather.

        There is a table you can see when you get into the room, and above the table, there is a photo of my family, which is warm and cozy. The table is as wide as the sky so that my grandfather can put huge painting paper on it. The wood pencil cups cling the wall in order. Inside the cups, many Chinese brushes, painting brushes, and some cutting tools standing in it, maybe because my grandfather always uses them, some of them have very jumbled hair. And here is a table lamp, which is brown, standing on the table and smiling to everyone he sees.

        There is a huge wood bookshelf right next to the table, behind the door. It has five levels. On the top, my grandfather doesn’t put any books; instead, he puts some ornamentals and adorning. They are cute and they are traditional Chinese things. On the second level, my grandfather puts some books that were written by Lu Xun, a famous thinker and revolutionist. On the third level, there are many books that talk about how to make kites. There are placed in order by from tall to short.  Last time I visited him, I saw they were covered by dust. On the fourth level, the books are about calligraphy. My grandfather loves calligraphy so much, so he really cherishes these books. There are not many books, on the left side of this level, there are more calligraphy works, some written by him and some by me. On the fifth level, there are many photo albums. Their covers are faded because they are old. I believe that my grandfather always browses them because I can see the sides of the covers are crinkled.

        There is a single-person wood bed put on the left side of the room. The sheet is, always blue. And the bed is made of wood, dark wood. There are many scratches on the wood because I usually used my glass cup heat when I was young. Many wood battens are under the bed, which are the materials of kites. There are many calligraphy works hanging on the wall.

        A two drawers cart sits next to the bed. It is made by wood. There is an archaic clock put on it; you can clearly hear the sound of the hour hand and the minute hand. It is made by wood, and there are many Roman numerals on it. I had never opened the drawers because once I wanted to open them, my grandfather yelled at me with his black face. Since then, I am really afraid to touch it. Until now, I still don’t know what things are inside the drawers. So now if I see a drawers cart somewhere, my grandfather’s black face shows in the sky.

        However, every time I visit my grandparents, my grandfather’s room is immutable and frozen. And every time when I see the table lamp, I am always stuck for a moment and recall all things when I was young.