Zhou Xiaoyun's small room is about ten square meters, with a bed and a small desk against the wall.

There is a 60-watt light bulb in the room, which is much brighter than the original.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at her small room and couldn't say what she liked, although it was a little shabby, it was her territory after all. How do you clean it up?

Zhou Xiaoyun took great pains to do this.

first grinded his father Zhou Guoqiang to paint the wall of his room more than once again to make it whiter, and then actively asked his mother Zhao Yuzhen to add a cover to his bed. With the light blue tent, the room immediately seemed a lot warmer.

Zhou Xiaoyun often stays in bed to read, and it is very pleasant to look out through the blue tent, which has become a small world of its own.

Zhou Xiaoyun gave full play to his strengths, asked the third uncle to bring him some rice paper, wrote an ancient poem in block letters and pasted it on the wall. In fact, if the first "Burrow Ming" is more meaningful.

"The mountain is not high, but there is a fairy; The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual; Si is a burrow, only Wu Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is clear. "Look at these sentences, they are so tailor-made for their own room.

It's a pity that he is too young now, and Zhou Xiaoyun didn't dare to write this poem that would only appear in junior high school textbooks, so he had to choose the simplest "Spring Dawn".

She has been practicing calligraphy for nearly a year, and the standard block letters are a little delicate, which cannot be compared with Fang Wenchao's, but she can definitely see people. At this time, it was neatly written on snow-white rice paper and finally signed "Zhou Xiaoyun's eight-year-old book", how beautiful it looks.

After pasting calligraphy on the wall, Zhou Xiaoyun pondered to paint another painting on the other wall.

During the Chinese New Year, the New Year's pictures sold in the bazaar are very good-looking, but they are not suitable for pasting in the child's room. It's better to do it yourself!

Zhou Xiaoyun used his treasured private money, that is, the prize money won after the competition, to buy a box of watercolor pens and a box of crayons, and then bought a piece of sketch paper, which was not too complicated to draw. I painted a picture full of innocence of chickens, ducklings, and small flowers in the woods and grass, and it looked like it was like that after being painted, it had the feeling of a child's painting.

The painting is pasted on the opposite side of the calligraphy, which is simply a reflection of each other, and fully demonstrates the talent of the owner of the room.

Dabao saw that his sister was in good spirits when he saw his sister's painting, so he had to show it too.

Not to mention, Dabao drew a robot with great characteristics, which belongs to the bold and exaggerated type, and is more imaginative. It's a pity that it doesn't match Zhou Xiaoyun's room, Zhou Xiaoyun insists on cleaning up the room and refuses to accept Dabao's works.

Dabao muttered, "I paint so well, I still dislike it, it's really blind," and pasted the robot to his bedside.

Zhou Xiaoyun took advantage of the spring flowers to go around the field, dug up a few wildflowers and brought them back.

I found a few notched porcelain bowls from home, filled them with soil, planted wild flowers in them, and placed them on the windowsill, with small red and yellow flowers.

The best thing is that there is a wild onion that was inadvertently dug up by Zhou Xiaoyun, and it was planted alone in a jar and soon became dense, and it looked green from a distance.

When frying rice, pick some wild onion leaves and chop them and fry them in oil, the fragrance is strong and unique, but it kills two birds with one stone.

There were some brushes and newspapers on the desk, which smelled of books, and the small stools were stuffed under the table to not occupy an open space, and the small boxes for clothes were pushed under the bed.

Originally, the room is small, so you have to pay attention to placing things and try to make good use of the space.

Zhou Xiaoyun posted the certificate of the three good students he got on the wall behind the tent. Dabao was not satisfied with this position, he felt that it should be posted in the most conspicuous position, and he could see it as soon as he entered.

Zhou Xiaoyun turned a deaf ear to his muttering, thinking about it, if he really did what Dabao said, as soon as he entered the door, he would see the award certificate, which would be too much, and the show off color would be too strong.

Zhou Xiaoyun also cherishes his awards, otherwise he would not think of posting all the awards, and he can be seen on the wall behind the tent and not so eye-catching.

Well, looming, it works great!

Zhou Xiaoyun stood in front of the bed and admired it for a while, but now we are also a good student, and a three-good student award certificate every semester greatly satisfies Zhou Xiaoyun's vanity.

The fly in the ointment is that there is no door in his room, only a curtain.

This is also normal, whose house at this time has only one door, and the room inside is at most a curtain. Some people don't even have curtains!

Zhou Xiaoyun's previous thatched house had neither doors nor curtains, and Zhao Yuzhen thought that since he built a new house, of course he had to hang the curtains. It's beautiful and doesn't cost much, and you can gather some heat in the house.

The door curtain is very simple to make, tear the flower cloth and sew a side, fold a small strip of cloth at the top to sew out the hole, find a shorter bamboo pole to wear into the cloth, and then hang the finished door curtain on the nail next to the door.

Zhou Xiaoyun insisted on choosing her own flower cloth, if it was red and green, she would rather not pull a few ugly ones.

So on the day when Zhao Yuzhen went to buy flower cloth, Zhou Xiaoyun specially followed him to the market. It happened to be a Sunday, and there were quite a lot of people in the market, and there were two or three shops selling cloth.

Zhao Yuzhen took a look at a piece of dark red cloth with yellow flowers, which was dirty and wear-resistant, and the price was not expensive. Let the cloth seller pull a few feet.

Zhou Xiaoyun glanced at it, he didn't like the color very much, the red is not red and yellow, it is too earthy. She searched through a pile of fabric, and suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Zhou Xiaoyun took out a small piece of cloth from under a few pieces of fabric, and estimated that it was just right to make a door curtain, and the milky white and slippery material seemed to be of very good quality.