Write a composition of 600 words.

Everyone is looking for their own paradise to release all their emotions. I found my own paradise. It is not a karaoke bar in the dark, nor an exciting entertainment park. This is just a small room. Although it is only a small room, it has brought me many unexpected things.

In this room, the walls are pure white. The original white wall paint was painted pink and green in China at my request, and the curtains were changed to the same color by me.

At night, the curtains were blown by the wind and floated slightly, driving my mood to quietly finish all the unhappiness during the day. All kinds of books are neatly placed on the desk under the pink window. There is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio in the center of the desk, which is the prize I won in the Xiamen computer competition. Whenever I see it, I am very happy. In front of the radio is a clock, which keeps telling me to hurry up every minute. The computer, sofa, cot, clarinet and harmonica hanging on the wall constitute my paradise.

Heaven, growing up with me day by day, where I have my own vision, dreams and thoughts; I learned a lot about life here. Here, I can sing to my heart's content, or I can stand at the window and play clarinet and harmonica on a whim. Turning on the computer and surfing the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me.

Heaven gave me confidence and urged me to work hard. I remember how many nights I participated in the district math competition in the third grade. The park was brightly lit and my footprints were left on a lot of math papers. I'm not afraid to face the problem, because there are many weapons in heaven that help me fight my way out in the sea of questions. Toshiyoshi and I won the first prize. I am ecstatic to run back to heaven, smell the books on the table, look at my favorite paradise, and feel that all my efforts have paid off. I smiled. Heaven seems to tell me that success is directly proportional to hard work.

Heaven is also a gas station when I fail. It was a district composition contest in grade five, and I lost. I've always been a shoo-in, and I suddenly became stupid, and I suddenly felt that everyone was casting a contemptuous look at me. I bowed my head, fought back my tears and returned to heaven, lying on the sofa in frustration. At this time, I saw the book How Steel was Tempered on my desk, and I felt that there was an infinite force encouraging me. Yes! Pavel Colta King, the hero of the book, persists in the revolution despite his serious illness. What about me? Just a little setback makes you depressed. What is my frustration compared with the pain that Paul endured? Thought of here, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared. I found myself again-a confident and hard-working me. So, I picked up the clarinet and blew it, and the wonderful music suddenly filled my paradise.

Small room, please! It is you who open your arms, embrace all my love and needs, and selflessly provide them to me when I need them. You are my eternal paradise on the road of life!