What are the rooms for otaku and otaku?

We used to be a house, a house in school, a house in classroom, a house in dormitory and a house at home.

Every day, it hasn't changed for many years. In a familiar environment, there are no different scenery, no different colors, no different people and no different life.

Fresh air, different colors, stories that have never happened, places that have never been, and scenery that have never been experienced can only be felt in dreams, TV and computers.

Stick to a small world, spend an unforgettable time, and leave some sad, happy, sad, beautiful and unforgettable memories for what is worth or not.

When I lived in high school, the room was very small, with a bed, a table, a cupboard with a glass mirror, a small bookshelf and a small box. The wardrobe is in front of the door, and the bookshelf is on the right hand side after the door is opened. The bookshelf is full of all kinds of study materials. The only miscellaneous books are three cups of tea, Cai Kangyong's * * *, and how steel was tempered, which my sister gave me. There is a desk three or four meters in front of the bookshelf. On the wall between the desk and the bookshelf, there is still a poster, which is a novel bought before.

A boy floating in the air opened his fiery golden pupil and his sword floated around him. On the left, he said, "All kings' blood will end with swords." On the right, he said, "On the day when the king returns, all the rebels should die." Very technical secondary school ~ ~ there is nothing wrong with it. At that time, I was really the age and mentality of the secondary school.

Next to the desk is my bed, which is very ordinary and clean. There is a small box under the bed. There is my baby in the small box. Novel painting, cartoon guests, rambling, painting the heart and painting the meaning, as well as various novels and rambling books.

The house outside the school is rented. I have a lot of treasures at home, but I can't take them. What is put down in the small box is only a part, and it is the most precious treasure. Countless nights, after repeatedly checking whether the door is closed, I will take out my small box from under the bed, open it, take out my baby and savor it.

There is also a small clearing outside my window, with vegetables and a small bamboo forest. The wind is blowing and dancing. It's nice and quiet. I am very tired all day, and only at this moment will I feel that I belong to myself.

A small world, though small, belongs to me after closing the door.

In that small, simple and warm environment, I lived in the house for three years, and finally I left the small room, the school, the place and the city.

What is waiting for me is not the color, scenery and story I want, but another small room.