1. Essay Describing Bookshelf Number 1
My grandfather was a teacher. The most precious legacy he left for us is the bookshelf. My parents cherish and take care of each book meticulously.
The bookshelf is made of teak wood, with two glass doors. A few years ago, my father hired a craftsman to polish it once, so the shelf remains shiny and beautiful. The upper part, each side has five levels, separated by thick glass panels. Nearly two hundred books, each with the handwriting and signature of my grandfather.
There are thick volumes like French - Vietnamese, Chinese - Vietnamese dictionaries, and Vietnam's literary history by Duong Quang Ham, now yellowed. Occasionally, my father takes out each stack of books, then rearranges them in order. My father still reads, still consults many of my grandfather's old books. One day, my father took out the book 'Phong dao' (Nguyen Van Ngoc), a national literature textbook, reminding us to read. My father said there are many articles in those two books that he had memorized since childhood, and still remembers them now. My grandfather's bookshelf is placed in the study room of my eldest brother and mine. It has become my grandfather's sacred legacy.
My father always reminds us: 'You must know how to read books, learn from books, and follow books.' Every time I open one of my grandfather's books, I feel a dawn illuminating my young soul. I cherish this bookshelf very much.


2. Essay Describing Bookshelf Number 3
Stepping into my family's study, the bookshelf immediately grabs your attention. Placed behind my father's desk, it occupies almost the entire left wall of the room.
The bookshelf, a rectangular prism, stands at a towering height of ninety-five meters, with a width of six meters and a depth of fifty centimeters. Crafted from precious wood, meticulously polished, it boasts dark brown wood grain patterns on a background of golden amber. The transparent glass doors reveal the treasures within. Each door handle is intricately carved in the shape of water droplets. The upper section features three compartments, each forty centimeters in height. The lower section, without glass, is divided into two compartments. The handles on the lower compartment doors are also delicately engraved with water droplet motifs. Both the sides and the back of the shelf are made of fine wood, with silky smooth wood grain patterns reminiscent of an autumn evening lake. The simple yet elegant floral patterns on the door panels are exquisitely beautiful. Two parallel grooves are carved on each door panel, following the perimeter of the shelf. The separator between the glass section and the bottom compartment is adorned with raised wooden grooves. The skilled carpenter selected half-white, half-brown wood from the teak tree, resulting in a shelf that is both simple and uniquely beautiful. In the upper three compartments, my father arranges the books meticulously, with the spines facing outward for easy access. My mother places a plush teddy bear and a fabric rose, nestled in a slender glass vase, upright inside the shelf. Under the room's light, the bookshelf gleams, especially in the morning when sunlight streams in through the window, casting a sparkling glow on the glass vase filled with shimmering multicolored beads. The bottom two compartments are reserved for old books, bound documents, and office supplies stored in plastic containers. This large bookshelf has been accumulated since the passing of my grandfather. All the books stored in this shelf are educational materials and invaluable references, such as encyclopedias, historical chronicles, and many precious volumes preserved by my grandfather over the decades.
Along with our family's passion for collecting valuable books and self-study, the bookshelf holds within its heart a wealth of knowledge spanning various eras. It helps our family keep the books safe from pests and dampness. Every week, I assist my mother in cleaning my father's desk and the bookshelf with a soft cloth, keeping it perpetually shiny like new. My father always says, 'Good books are good friends.' Despite its exquisite appearance, the bookshelf quietly vows to me, 'I will help preserve the precious volumes for the master and the young master.'


3. Essay Describing Bookshelf Number 2
The bookshelf my mother has been using for a long time is the one left by my grandfather. Along with the shelf are 12 French books, each with the purchase date and my grandfather's signature written on the first page.
The shelf is made of mahogany wood, polished to a glossy dark brown. It's very heavy, requiring 4 adults to lift it. The shelf is placed against the wall, next to my mother's desk. It's rarely moved. The bookshelf is 1.2 meters wide, 1.8 meters tall, and 0.6 meters deep. The top part has 4 layers, each divided into 2 compartments. The front part has glass doors. The bottom part is also divided into 2 compartments, with 2 wooden doors that can store various odds and ends. The 4 layers above are filled with books, with the spines facing outward. The 12 books left by my grandfather, along with some of my father's Russian books, are placed in the top layer by my mother. The two middle layers contain my mother's teaching materials. My mother is a Literature teacher at a secondary school, so her books are all literary works. She has collections of poems by Ho Chi Minh, Nguyen Cong Hoan, Ngo Tat To, Nguyen Hong, Nam Cao, To Huu, and more. The last layer contains books from the Kim Dong Publishing House, which are reading materials for my two sisters and me. My mother stipulates that my sisters and I are not allowed to browse through my grandfather's, my father's, or her books. If we need a book from her shelf, we must ask for her permission. After reading our books, we must neatly put them back into the shelf and are not allowed to take them to school. This bookshelf still stands silently in a corner of the room. Every time I stand in front of the bookshelf, looking up and silently reading the book titles, I feel like I'm having a conversation with the ancients, the cultural dignitaries, and the prolific writers of our nation.
The bookshelf always reminds my sisters and me to remember the teachings of the past: 'Each book is a treasure trove. Books are teachers and childhood friends.'


4. Essay Describing Bookshelf Number 5
Our house has a very beautiful bookshelf used to store and preserve books to keep them fresh, organized, and tidy. Not only that, but the shelf also serves as a decorative item in the house that anyone looking at it feels relaxed and intellectual.
The bookshelf in our house is 1.2 meters wide, 1.8 meters tall, and has a depth of 0.6 meters. What's special about it is that the top part has 4 layers, each divided into 2 compartments. As for the front, it has glass doors. The bottom part of the bookshelf also seems to be divided into 2 compartments, with 2 wooden doors, which seems to be able to store various other odds and ends.
Our bookshelf is made of mahogany wood. My father polished it to a glossy dark brown. Because it's made of mahogany wood, it's very heavy, requiring 4 adults to lift the shelf without anything inside. The shelf has been placed against the wall, next to my mother's desk. And what's more, it's rarely moved and always stays in one place.
Just by looking at the compartments, you can see my mother's scientific arrangement of books. The compartments of the 4 layers above are filled with books, with the spines facing outward. They include rare books left by our grandparents and my parents' books from their youth. What's more special is the 2 middle layers containing my mother's teaching materials; my mother is a teacher. And there are many other good books, such as literary works, and good stories, all neatly arranged in a corner of the room.
What's even more special is that every time I stand in front of the bookshelf, looking up and silently reading the book titles, I seem to remind myself that I need to study and read more to understand the right and good things, to gain deep knowledge. I also love this bookshelf very much, so I often clean and sanitize it to keep it clean.


5. Descriptive Essay of Bookshelf Number 4
In my own room, there are many cute items, but my favorite is the bookshelf.
My bookshelf is made of sturdy jackfruit wood. Two years ago, after a business trip, my father personally made it as a birthday gift for me. The bookshelf is placed right in front of the study desk in the corner of the room. From afar, it looks like a window opening up to many dreams.
The bookshelf wears a shiny brown cloak. Around the edges, I tie colorful ribbons, making it look like a graceful princess. This bookshelf has three tiers: the two lower tiers, each with three evenly spaced rectangular compartments; the bottom tier, I store textbooks and notebooks, and the outer small compartment is where cute little pens reside.
The second tier is the home for reference books or advanced reading materials. Additionally, I collect many comic books and children's literature and neatly place them on the second tier. The top tier, which is not divided into compartments, is adorned with many whimsical items: stuffed animals, flower vases, small handmade crafts... Whenever I'm stressed from studying, I look up there for entertainment, and suddenly, my mind feels lighter and more relaxed.
For the past two years, the bookshelf has always been my close friend. I always silently vow to take good care of it so that it lasts longer. Apart from my essay describing the bookshelf, other students can refer to essays describing other objects such as: the globe, the map of Vietnam, the school bell, the skipping rope.


6. Description of Bookshelf Number 7
At our house, there's a steel bookshelf that not only serves to store books but also keeps them neatly organized.
Our bookshelf measures 1.2m in width, 1.8m in height, and has a depth of 0.6m. Particularly, the top section has four layers, each divided into two compartments. The front is fitted with glass doors. The bottom part of the bookshelf seems to be divided into two sections, each with two wooden doors, which can also hold various other items. Our bookshelf is made of teak wood, and my father has polished it to a shiny dark brown. Because it's made of teak wood, it's quite heavy, requiring four adults to lift it even when it's empty. The bookshelf is placed snugly against the wall, next to my mother's desk. And what's more, it's rarely moved from its spot.
I can see that all four layers are filled with books, with their spines facing outward. They include 12 books left by my grandfather, and a few Russian books belonging to my father stacked on the top layer by my mother. The middle two layers contain my mother's teaching materials and documents. There are many other good books neatly arranged as well.
It seems like I've also noticed how the bookshelf has stood quietly in a corner of the room over the years. What's more, every time I stand in front of the bookshelf, look up, and read the book titles silently, it feels like I'm having a conversation with people from the past, with the cultural celebrities, writers, and poets of the nation. To understand the good and the right, one must read and learn a lot.
I really love this bookshelf, so I often clean it to keep it tidy.


7. Description of Bookshelf Number 6
In my study room, upon entering, one cannot help but marvel at the luxurious bookshelf. This is the bookshelf that my father bought for me to keep my favorite books neatly.
Upon observation, I see a rectangular-shaped bookshelf standing tall in my room. This bookshelf stands at a height of ninety-five meters. It has a width of one point six meters, and notably, if we measure the width of the sides, it's fifty centimeters. According to my father, this bookshelf is made of precious wood, polished to a beautiful glossy veneer. The aesthetic appeal lies in the dark brown veins against the golden amber background.
Furthermore, the cabinet doors are fitted with transparent glass. I also notice that each door handle is intricately carved like water droplets. Upon closer inspection, the top part of the cabinet has three compartments, each forty centimeters tall. The bottom part of the cabinet does not have glass, divided into two compartments. I also notice the adorable water droplet-shaped handles on each door in the lower compartment.
Regarding the side and back of the cabinet, they are made of precious wood, with wood grain seeming to have a silky sheen like the surface of a lake at dusk. The simple yet intricate floral patterns on the cabinet doors are easy to notice and beautiful. Moreover, I see that each door is adorned with two engraved lines, and these lines run parallel to the cabinet's circumference. What's special is that the space between the glass part of the cabinet and the bottom part is engraved with raised lines made of rosewood. Indeed, the skilled carpenter has selected rosewood with half-white and half-brown grain, making the cabinet surface both simple and uniquely beautiful. Inside the bookshelf, I see three compartments where my father stacks the books, and he arranges them carefully so that the book spines face outward, making it convenient to retrieve them. On the other hand, my mother has placed a teddy bear and a fabric rose inside the bookshelf, alongside a small, slender glass vase. The bookshelf seems to illuminate under the room light. What's more, especially in the morning and when the sunlight streams into the room from the window, at this time, I see the glass vase with its colorful glass beads sparkling. The bookshelf seems to be lit up by colorful lights, so bright and beautiful. Particularly, I notice in the two bottom compartments, my father keeps old books, valuable ones.
Books are indeed a person's best friend, providing us with so much knowledge, which is why a bookshelf is so important. And I really love my bookshelf.


8. Description of Bookshelf Number 8
When I entered the 5th grade, my father decided to build a five-compartment bookshelf for us three siblings to store our books and notebooks. It was a pity, my father, a carpenter, had struggled for years to provide for the family without being able to afford a bookshelf for his three children.
That time, my father's determination grew stronger as my siblings and I were all selected for the district's gifted student team. With skillful hands and without taking too much time, my father completed the bookshelf. It was half my height, and to reach the top compartment, one had to stand on a stool. The wood used for the bookshelf wasn't smooth, nor was it varnished or lacquered; occasionally, black streaks or knots were visible. Perhaps they were utilized from leftover wood pieces.
The bookshelf was placed in the middle of the three-room wooden house of our family. The bottom compartment was used for newspapers, souvenirs, hats, and next came the compartments for my books, my sister Ha's, and my brother Thanh's. In the top compartment, my father carefully installed glass panels, surrounded by wood on all sides, and we never dared to pull it out to see what was inside. Each person took care to organize their own compartment, while the glass-covered one remained solemnly closed, as if sealed.
It seemed that the bookshelf infused us siblings with an extra spirit for studying. Every year, the stack of old books grew thicker. Every new school year, as we stacked the carefully wrapped books and notebooks into each compartment, reflexively, I would gaze up at the glass-covered top compartment, as if it had been forgotten since the beginning of its presence in our family home.
The bookshelf accompanied us siblings through each grade. By the time we left our childhood home, the compartments were packed full of books and notebooks. In the years that followed, the old wooden house became increasingly decrepit, and my parents saved up to build a larger house on the adjacent land.
I stayed up all night to revisit all those seemingly forgotten memories. To know that sometimes, what's worth reminiscing about throughout one's life is encapsulated in one's own bookshelf.


