In the basement the stairwell reeked of Pine Sol stands out at the first sight. It links the underground with the upper room, all made of burly wood. The room, small as it is, is filled with almost everything you can imagine. On the top of the panels constituting as staircase lie many objects, books of varied covers standing against the wooden wall on the second and the fourth layer with some goblets orderly placed in the middle. On the first and last layer lying small luggage of the owner’s. All of these, added with a kitchen, cannot be more like a home. The dim light given off by lamps hanging on the two sides of the kitchen wall wraps the table, the desks, the wash stands as well as the floor a layer of gold. Even the white refrigerator is shrouded in the atmosphere. There is an exception, however, the bleak scenery out of the window is still accompanied by the withered trees and fallen leaves.