swallow a bit of spring mud, fly over the red wall to. The view of the Yangtze River, billow blue sky to. Everyone has a home, and everyone's home is so similar is so different. Home is the sweet potato in the pot hole when I was a child, not beautiful but sweet; home is the mother's hand, in the summer for us to shake the fan patting us to sleep; home is the attitude and lifestyle of life, engraved with personal branding; home is the forest of tired birds, carrying the destiny of life. "We went all over the world to find what we wanted, " Maurs said. "We came home and found it. " . Yes, a ray of light, a smell of rice, a melody, a glass of wine, a lifetime of friendship, a lifetime of family, will linger in my house flowing... looking back to the road of Nesting, the spring of dog to the autumn of pig, year after year, five months, i am in the world of mortals and hang green in the warm life, just as the main color green and red room. I didn't have time to think about it, but I took the trouble to go over every detail. Thank you to meet, a designer state elegant excellence, a pair of parents pour all their full support, a young child with full expectations for me into the power. The swallow returns to the nest, the spring comes early, the autumn harvest... ..
IAI Interior Bronze Award
Winners：xishengzhang
China
