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

  A sixty-watt bulb was installed in the room, which is much brighter than before.

  Zhou Xiaoyun looked around her small room with an indescribable fondness, although it was simple, but after all, it was her territory now. How to tidy up?

  Zhou Xiaoyun went to great lengths for this.

  First, he asked his father Zhou Guoqiang to paint the walls of his room a few more times to make it look whiter and cleaner. Then, he actively requested that his mother Zhao Yujuan add a canopy to his bed. With the light blue canopy, the room immediately looked much cozier.

  Zhou Xiaoyun often stays in bed reading books, looking out through the blue curtains is especially comfortable, forming a small world of its own.

  Zhou Xiaoyun made use of her special talent and asked San Shu to bring some rice paper for herself, writing a poem in regular script and posting it on the wall. Actually, if she had come up with "The Inscription of a Humble Abode", it would have been even more evocative.

  "It's not the mountain that's high, but the immortal who gives it fame; it's not the water that's deep, but the dragon that makes it spiritual. This humble abode is only fragrant with my virtue. The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass color enters the window screen clear." Look at these few sentences, they're really tailored to this room.

  Unfortunately, now is a bit too young, Zhou Xiaoyun didn't dare to write out this poem that only appears in junior high school textbooks, so she chose the simplest "Spring Dawn".

  She has practiced calligraphy for over a year and her skills are starting to show. Her standard regular script is elegant, although not comparable to Fang Wen-chao's, but it's definitely good enough to be shown to others. When written neatly on snow-white rice paper and signed "Zhou Xiaoyun, 8 years old", it looks beautiful no matter how you look at it.

  After posting calligraphy on the wall, Zhou Xiaoyun pondered and decided to paint another picture on the other side of the wall.

  During the Spring Festival, the New Year's pictures sold at the market are quite beautiful, but they are not suitable for children's rooms. If you stick a celebrity like the "Four Heavenly Kings", it seems that I am still not old enough to chase stars. It's better to take matters into your own hands and work hard to make a living!

  Zhou Xiaoyun used her treasured private money - the prize money of over ten yuan she got after the competition - to buy a box of watercolor paints and a box of crayons, and also bought a sheet of drawing paper. She didn't draw anything too complicated, just a picture full of childish naivety with little chicks and ducklings, trees, grass, and small flowers. After coloring it in, it looked quite like the real thing and had a bit of a children's painting feel to it.

  The painting is posted on the opposite side of the calligraphy, perfectly matching each other, fully demonstrating the host's talent.

  Dabao was thrilled to see his sister painting and insisted on showing off her work as well.

  No need to mention, Dabao drew a robot with great characteristics, belonging to the bold and exaggerated type, which is quite imaginative. Unfortunately, it doesn't match Zhou Xiaoyun's room, and Zhou Xiaoyun insists on keeping her room warm and cozy, refusing to accept Dabao's work.

  Dabao muttered "I drew so well and you still complain, really no taste" while sticking the robot to his bedside.

  Zhou Xiaoyun took advantage of the warm spring weather to go for a walk in the fields, dug up a few wildflowers and brought them back with great joy.

  Find a few ceramic bowls with gaps from home, fill them with soil and plant wild flowers in them, put them on the windowsill, there are red and yellow small flower buds, it's interesting.

  The most wonderful thing is that a wild scallion was accidentally dug up by Zhou Xiaoyun and planted alone in a jar, quickly growing lush and green, with a refreshing green hue visible from afar.

  When stir-frying rice, pick some wild scallion leaves and chop them up, then fry them in oil. The aroma is strong and unique, and it's a two-for-one deal.

  There are some brushes and newspapers on the desk, which has a strong academic atmosphere. The small stool is tucked under the table to save space. A small trunk for clothes was pushed under the bed.

  The room is small in the first place, so you have to be careful when placing things, and make good use of space.

  Zhou Xiaoyun stuck the "Three Good Students" award certificate on the wall behind her bed. Dabao was dissatisfied with this position, thinking it should be stuck in a more conspicuous place where people could see it as soon as they came in.

  Zhou Xiaoyun turned a deaf ear to his muttering, thinking that if she really did what Dabao said, the certificate would be too dazzling as soon as she entered the room.

  Zhou Xiaoyun also cherished her certificates, otherwise she wouldn't have thought of sticking them all out and compromising by pasting them on the wall behind the curtains, where they could be seen but not too conspicuous.

  Yes, it's subtle and effective!

  Zhou Xiaoyun stood in front of the bed, admiring it for a while. After all, she was now an excellent student, and the three-good-student certificate she received every semester greatly satisfied her vanity.

  The only drawback is that there is no door in my room, only a curtain hanging.

  This is normal too. At that time, every household only had one big gate, and the rooms inside were at most just hanging a curtain. Some households didn't even have curtains!

  Zhou Xiaoyun's family used to live in a thatched hut with no door or curtain. Zhao Yuzhen thought that since they were building a new house, they should hang curtains. It would be aesthetically pleasing and wouldn't cost much money, and the room could also retain some warmth.

  The door curtain is particularly simple to make, pull up the flower cloth and sew a edge, fold a small piece of cloth at the top and sew out the hole, find a shorter bamboo pole and pass it through the cloth, then hang the finished door curtain on the nail next to the door.

  Zhou Xiaoyun insisted on choosing her own fabric, and if it was a big red or green ugly one, she would rather not have it.

  So on the day Zhao Yuzhen went to buy flowered cloth, Zhou Xiaoyun followed her to the market. It happened to be a Sunday, and there were quite a few people at the market, with two or three families selling cloth.

  Zhao Yuzhen took a liking to a piece of dark red fabric with yellow flowers, which was durable and affordable. She asked the vendor to cut off a few yards.

  Zhou Xiaoyun glanced at it and wasn't quite satisfied with the color, which was too tacky, neither red nor yellow. She searched through a pile of fabrics, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

  Zhou Xiaoyun pulled out a small piece of fabric from under several pieces of cloth, which was just enough to make a door curtain. The off-white smooth fabric looked like it was of very good quality.