I Want to Have a Big House

When I was very young, I lived with my two sisters in a mud house of a few square meters. I always longed to have my own independent room, preferably with its own door, because in my most primitive memory, the door at home was a piece of shabby cloth with even ugly holes in it, which could not cover anything. Later, after studying and working, I went to a rural town and lived in a small brick house for eight years. There was no fan in the summer, let alone air conditioning in the winter. Even my transportation was only a semi-old Giant. When I resigned, I didn't want to throw it away. I hired a van driver to transport it back. Later, I bought a small two-bedroom apartment in my hometown, but my job was in another city, a two-hour drive away from my house, so I had no choice but to live in a rental house for another ten years. ------ Now, while typing on the keyboard, I have always had a firm idea in my heart. I want to have a big house, preferably with five rooms, one as a master bedroom, one for my daughter, one as a study room, one as a tea room, and the remaining one for my elderly parents ------