I have a computer. It’s on the study’s desk. It’s near and in front of the wall. It has a display, two small sound boxes, a big sound box, a printer and a host computer. Much software is installing the computer. I often play computer games on weekends and holidays, I’m happy. I often work with computer. At my fatigue, I listen to song; the song can reduce fatigue for me. It’s my faithful fellow. It occasionally is able to infect virus. But the computer is the good assistant whom I live. I love my computer.