Descriptive Essay

Back to my wonderland

He Haiyun Sea

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I can already feel it before I come into my room. It is such a familiar feeling, which is full of years of my moments and memories in this wonderland. My big soft bed in the middle of the room as well as a lovely cat toy on it greets me with warm smiles, “Welcome home!”

I could not wait to hop into my bed right away and stretch out my arms and legs which are as heavy as stones in this cotton cloud comfortably. I take a deep breath and the subtle lavender scent from my comfy pillow flies into my nose as I am lying in a beautiful large lavender land. The delicate texture and smooth touching of the cotton bed sheet from my fingertips are still the same as the ones years ago. The limpid blue and green lines on my bed sheet make me fall into a fresh and cool sea. I close my eyes, thinking about the countless happy, sad or weird dreams I once had in this cosy place.

A refreshing breeze blows in this lazy afternoon, making the half-closed white thin drapes dance. I can smell the fragrance of flowers and grass outside, hear the songs of birds and feel the gentle wind on my face. As sunlight pours in through the windows and shining on my small tatami, I can even see the golden dust dancing merrily in the air. The mildness of sun from the tatami drifts all the way from the glass of windows, through the sheets and then to my warm body. I am engulfed by the fragrant flavor of sun, humming a tune, “I want to take a ray of sunshine and never leave home.” All the fond memories come back to me again like a flood.

My wooden desk is in the left side of the tatami and my white metal bookshelf sits quietly on the opposite corner, witnessing the passage of time through the years. Most of the books on the bookshelf are old ones bought before high school because I rarely purchase books now. I walk in front of my bookshelf and wipe away the 10 meters of thick dust out of those old books. I can still think of the story behind every book when I see the name and cover of it. They are precious memories of my childhood and teenager life. However, I may have different feelings if I reread them at the moment. Time has changed and I have also been changed by time unwittingly. I can see that little imaginative girl, who is satisfied and cheerful in the world of books, read voraciously at the wooden desk in the sun. Yet, I cannot be that girl any longer.

Time always flies away like an arrow. All the things will gradually fade away and slowly disappear some day, without a trace. It is like today, I am away from home and miss my tiny wonderland from a distance. Life passes like a dream. I hope I can collect all the cherished memories in my wonderland and go ahead to live a regretless life.