Home is the foundation of our growth, home is a book that can be read endlessly, home is a poem full of beautiful blessings, home is a warm and beautiful song, home is a cup of rich and pure wine of fine wine. Home is so ordinary and yet so haunting. Home is our safe haven, bringing us warmth and happiness and accompanying us to grow.
I love my family! Unknowingly, I have lived in my home for thirteen years. My most beloved parents are there and many years of my stories are stored there.
My favorite room in the whole house is my room, which has a desk, a big bed, a bookcase and a computer. I do my homework on the desk every day and sleep on the big bed. Sometimes when I am tired, I sit in front of the computer to relax and let my brain relax after "working" for a long time. When I have free time, I read the books on the bookcase. Every toy in the room accompanies my joy, anger, sadness and joy as I grow up.
Everyone has a home, and animals are no exception. Tall trees are the home of birds, moist soil is the home of flowers, and green lotus leaves are the home of frogs. The creek is the home of fish and tadpoles, and the green grass is the home of insects.
Some big bosses and entrepreneurs with huge fortunes own luxury houses, cars, money, power and power. People always envy them. But they are not happy because these people are busy with their careers and forget their homes. Taking care of their family, they think they will lose their property. When they returned to their mansion, they were faced with empty walls. Nothing, very lonely, lonely. They will never understand the meaning of home. When asked what home is, they always answer: "Home is a place to live."
What is home?
In fact, home is a house with people and love. A home without love will feel desolate no matter how luxurious it is; a home full of love will feel warm no matter how small it is. Home carries the dreams of everyone in the family, walking together in wind and rain. Everyone’s home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and a furniture made of love.
Only when you have a home can you be happy. No matter how dilapidated it is, this is where true happiness exists.
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Home, what is home? Home is the place closest to your heart; home is the eternal concern that lingers in your heart; home is the harbor where you take shelter when you encounter a storm.
Once upon a time, my home stood in my memory in a dense manner. It can even be said that I have never had a complete and correct definition of home. I only know that home is the place you should go back to after school, home is the place you should go to when eating, and home is the place where you can rest when you are sleepy.
Perhaps, I gave "home" too broad a definition, so that when I was about to leave home to go to high school, I had no idea about the place called home where I had stayed for 15 years. Nostalgic. Instead, there is a longing for the life of living on campus. Home? Homeless everywhere, home everywhere!
After entering school, life completely deviated from the track of imagination. On the first day, I felt that the kind of life I was looking forward to was too tiring and exhausting. Even eating in the cafeteria became an extremely hard task for me. Only then did I realize that home is such a warm place.
Once, I thought I was a strong and adaptable person, but I was wrong. People are most real only when they face themselves alone. I'm not strong, really, not at all. When reality and imagination are far apart, all I can do is remember. I recall grandma’s nagging and grandpa’s teachings, I recall my uncle’s back as he walked me off after he put me in the car, and I recall the sweet smell of my brother’s body, the smell of prickly heat powder. Then, with a misty posture, I stood in the wind, waiting for the baptism of tears. In the end, the memories are cut into the most extravagant fireworks.
The first time I called home, I cried sadly when I heard grandma’s familiar voice, which seemed to be right next to my ears but out of reach. On the other end of the phone, grandma comforted me. The voice rang in my ears, and I was already in tears on the other end of the phone. Hang up the phone hastily. Tears, like water in a flood dike that has been washed away, cannot be stopped. Then, I thought about the people and things that I thought I would not miss when I left home. I remember what Gu Xiang said in "Western Heaven": "Those things we think we will never forget are forgotten by us in the process of loving them.
"Yes, even the things we think we will forget will be deeply imprinted in our minds as we try our best to forget. Really, no matter where you go, home will be what you miss forever.
Now, I like to stand on the highest place in our school and look eastward, eastward, eastward. I want to see if the sunflowers in my hometown are blooming. When I go out and look at the blurry black outline of the campus, and the occasional dim lights scattered in a certain room, I will look up at the sky at dawn and wonder if those moving clouds will piece together a face that I remember deeply in a moment. I lost all my words, anxious and sad. In the field, there were birds fluttering their wings and flying up to the high sky.
On the land of a foreign land, I quietly planted a seed in my heart. The seed called "home" uses my long longing to water a warm dream - keep the longing in my heart and feel the call of home with the sad and harmonious cherry blossoms...
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Home is a warm word for all of us, and since the word "home" came into existence, there has been a corresponding wandering, and the end of wandering is to find the paradise of one's own soul. ―Go home.
When Qu Yuan was exiled, he thought most of his home, Yingdu, so no matter how many hardships he suffered, he could wear a high crown and a long robe. The sword chanted his own "Nine Songs" and once Yingdu was captured and the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, he knew that his home was no longer in this world, and he went to another, more distant place. His home.
It’s no wonder that people say, “Meeting each other by chance is like a stranger from a foreign land.” Think about how many people have experienced such moments: “Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? . No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "bow his head and miss his hometown"; no matter how selfless Du Fu is, he also knows that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan"; ; Empress Li had the melancholy of "just a river of spring water flowing eastward", and he was just yearning for the tranquility of his hometown in the Southern Tang Dynasty... The literati in the feudal era may have been motivated by the future, the war, or other reasons. The reason is that they often wander in the high mountains and under the ancient road under the setting sun. But when they see the lights of thousands of houses in the city, the sporadic fishing lights on the river, or the few wisps of smoke in the wild mountains of Wushan, how can they not remember it? What a wonderful home, full of emotions? "Where is the hometown at dusk? The mist on the river makes people sad"!
Even in the peaceful and peaceful era, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is so beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, and my brothers and sisters are all harmonious..." "Beijingers in New York" tells the overseas Chinese's view of home, which is a family happily reunited in a courtyard. Huang Lei's home in "Times Like Water" has the unique charm of the Jiangnan water town and the flavor of Grandpa Qi's books.
We at this age have a more different view of home: we want to have a house of our own. Decorate your own house and live your own life; who can walk far away with me in the clouds and live close to the sun, who can turn his ears away from the noise of the world and want a clean and free life? This is what the rebellious child thinks. Yes, good children are not like this. They want to live with their parents and put their previous home and future home together.
Home is not just a house, it is a haven for wanderers. , is a station for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives, my home.
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"I want to." I want to have a home, a place that doesn’t need to be big. When I am hurt, I will always think of it..."
This well-known song has sung the hearts and minds of many people. How many people’s tears have sung the joys and sorrows of many people.
What is home? Bi Shumin once said: “Home is a kite shaft that allows you to fly high and is pulled by a string. ”
In fact, home is a house with people, love, and tenderness. A home without love will feel desolate no matter how luxurious it is; a home full of love will feel warm no matter how small it is. A home carries the burden of Following the dreams of everyone in the family, we walk together in wind and rain. Everyone’s home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and a furniture made of love.
“Before departure, I am afraid that I will return later.” Home is a thread of concern woven by the mother; “The flames of war last for three months, and letters from home are worth tens of thousands of dollars.” Home is an immortal thing in the flames of war. The expectation, "When the wind changes, when the snow changes, the dreams of hometown will not come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown." Home is the inner watch of loved ones.
There is no bright fire burning in the fireplace at home, but there are hot and sincere hearts, clinging to each other and letting the warmth pass on. You can act coquettishly only at home - no matter you are 15 years old, 25 years old or 50 years old, as long as your family is there, everything is there. Home is the support of our souls. When we are tired, we can stop here. There will always be someone to sweep away the dust and pour you a cup of hot tea. This is home.
Having a family will make you happy. There are always people who understand this truth too late, and there are always people who understand but are unable to do anything. So please look at this home again. No matter how dilapidated it is, please believe that this is where happiness exists.
★Famous aphorisms about "home"
○Home, the paradise of the world (Germany)
○Birds love their nests and people love their homes (UK)
○Other people’s nests of gold and silver are not as good as one’s own straw nest
○No harmful bird will soil its own nest (UK)
○For For Adam, heaven is his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is their heaven (Votaire)
○My house is like a castle to me, and the law cannot remove me from it. Drive him out there---(W. Stoneford)
★ "Home" in Tang poetry
○Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○My family's pillars are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Xiu Ji Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the king's house in Yue. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○Everyone in the war gathered their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·Song of the Crown Prince's Palace No. 6")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in the spring garden. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qindimarsh, Lujuhan's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the forest pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go boating. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best in flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A sword is left alone thousands of miles away, and sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Mr. Shi")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Sent to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu")
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★ "Home" in Tang Poems
○Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○My family's pillars are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Xiu Ji Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○Everyone in the war gathered their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds.
(Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·Song of the Crown Prince's Palace No. 6")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in the spring garden. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qindimarsh, Lujuhan's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the forest pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go boating. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best in flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Mr. Shi")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Mailed to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu")
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My father took me running
I have He was frail and sickly, and once got pneumonia. After that hard period, my father understood the importance of health, so the two of us started running in the morning. In the morning, around 5 o'clock, my father got up and finally pulled me out of bed, who was lazy. After being fully armed, we went downstairs and started our morning run. Huha, huha, we started running. At first, we didn’t feel much. We were running so vigorously. Later, we felt the difficulty of running. I am a very strong person and will not give in easily. Even if I am about to die, I have to continue. However, God just didn’t give me a chance to show off my motor skills. I felt so tired, so tired that my lips started to turn white and my head started to feel dizzy. Of course, my father was fine and didn’t notice anything unusual about me. . With a bang, I simply lay down on the ground, panting for air. When my father saw me, he hurriedly ran over to ask for help. Finally, he added, "I am so tired after running for so long, what should I do in the future?" Three black lines immediately appeared on my head. Dad smiled, picked me up on his back, and took me around the community for the last lap of the race. Although I feel this is very shameful, my heart is still very warm. In the morning, a father took his daughter for a run, which became a beautiful scenery.
My mother practiced piano with me
That summer vacation was the most difficult time for me and the hardest time for my mother. Speaking of which, I was about to take the eighth-level electronic keyboard exam that year, and my mother happened to be pregnant with my sister that year, so that summer vacation became a very testing time for us as mother and daughter. From the time the sun rises in the east to the time when the sun sets in the west, my mother and I are in my room, playing repetitive music for 12 hours, sometimes intermittently, but also smoothly. I believe that, thanks to me, my neighbors can hum these tunes, and that is a sign that my hands are about to cramp. My mother listened with me beside me. It was not easy with a big belly. She was playing repetitive tones. Although I was tired, I felt very relieved. There was only a few days between the exam time and the time when my sister was born. Hard work paid off and I passed the exam successfully. Not long after that, my sister came out of my mother's belly, which was a double blessing. Later, in the ward, I said, "Maybe the reason why my sister is so naughty is because she listened to too many of my works during prenatal education!" At this point, our family all laughed.
My sister is playing tricks on me
My sister was born because I was too lonely and she wanted to accompany me. But later, I didn’t think so. Maybe it was about getting rid of my bad habits of selfishness. I was surprised to find that she had inherited my genes and was eating like this! She robbed me of whatever I ate. Of course, with a 12-year age difference, how could she give up so easily? But I was surprised to find out why he was so strong and left three drops of sweat on his head. Who did he inherit this from? ah? I scolded her, and she also learned to scold me. When I spanked her, she also learned to spank me. She couldn't grab things from me, so she cried loudly. They say that children's weapons are crying, and my sister doesn't do the same. Exception, it takes a huge toll on my energy every time.
I finally understand how hard my parents are working, but I should also think about my pitiful sister in the world!
Our family is like this, both enemies and happy. Since you can't see it in front of you, you should feel it deeply.
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Home , are all warm
Home is the furnace in winter, home is the hope of spring;
Home is the warm embrace, home is the most beautiful paradise.
——Inscription
On the way home, the wall full of ivy came into view, a lush green landscape that made people feel slightly cool in the hot summer. I just parked my bicycle in front of the corridor of my unit. Suddenly, a light and fast figure passed over my head. I was startled. When I looked up, I saw a swallow flying into the corridor; I followed the swallow. As I was going, I saw a small bird's nest built on the wall of the corridor on the first floor. It was like a small bamboo basket and very delicate. I looked at the nest carefully, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest. The shiny black feathers were dotted with two patches of red, and the pearl-like eyes were bright. The little swallow was still sipping. There is a big swallow next to her mouth. She must be the mother swallow. She is feeding the little swallow mouth to mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the father of the little swallow. He picked up the little swallow that just came from outside. The food was placed next to the swallow mother.
I suddenly felt a warm current, and a warm feeling rose spontaneously. This is home!
Home is the heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring!
Home is so nice! The warm home is so nostalgic!
For fear of disturbing them, I tiptoed and climbed upstairs gently.
From now on, I can see this scene every day: big swallows holding the food they found in their mouths, flying in and out, whispering and shouting, adding vitality and continuity to our corridors affection.
Whenever night falls and the cold wind blows, three swallows nestle together in the small nest, sometimes hugging each other, chirping and singing bird songs, conveying the feelings in their hearts. The fragrance of flowers is very pleasant and quiet.
Home is a warm embrace, home is a beautiful paradise!
Home is so nice! The warm home is so intoxicating!
As the sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and winter comes, the little swallows grow up and fly in and out with the big swallows. Yanzi's home has become a member of our entire dormitory building. Yanzi's home and every human household live in harmony and complement each other.
May all swallows’ homes be warm.
May all human homes be warm.
May all homes in the world be warm.
What worries the lonely, and what makes the homeless dream? It's home, a warm home. ——Inscription
When I fail, I find peace and comfort in my mother’s encouraging gaze, and I gain strength in my father’s strict gaze. When you succeed, you will feel pride in your mother's proud eyes, and you will know in your father's stern eyes that humility can accomplish all things, but pride will accomplish nothing.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother is always the first to comfort me. Maybe many mothers do the same. I remember that I hated mathematics since I was a child, and I was afraid of the Mathematical Olympiad. My mother discovered this shortcoming of mine late at night when I was sleeping soundly in a warm bed. My mother studied under dim lights. She knew very well that she could not teach her daughter her cultural knowledge, so she had to study hard. During the day, she would explain to me all the problems I encountered. When I answered them all, my mother smiled happily.
Learning English is also a big problem for me. I always can’t remember the British symbols. For my sake, my mother sent me to learn English, and then she sat aside and studied as well. When I was distracted in class and didn't hear the teacher's lecture, my mother came back and taught me patiently. She wrote the English symbols on the wall and read them with me every day. With my mother's education, I quickly memorized the English standard.
Growing up, my mother never hit me, she just encouraged me silently.
My grades are gradually improving. My mother sees it and is very happy in her heart.
But I gradually became proud. A loving mother often loses her son. My mother found out and couldn't bear to punish me. When my father found out, he was very angry and gave me a slap in the face. Although the beating was not severe, I still cried. I remembered this lesson, and my father let me know: "Humility can accomplish all things, but pride can accomplish nothing."
Whenever I am happy with a small achievement, my father's eyes immediately wake me up. .
This is my home: I love my home, a warm home.
Home is the cradle for every child’s growth and the harbor where every child lives. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.
I love my home, a happy and warm home. My parents love me in every possible way, which makes me deeply appreciate the warmth of home. Whenever I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking delicious meals for me in the kitchen. My father sits beside me and studies with me. When I encounter a question that I don’t know, my father will patiently explain it to me. My mother is very helpful to me. She was very concerned about my studies. She was afraid that I would be tired from studying, so she tried her best to find ways to improve my nutrition. He boiled a cup of hot milk for me every morning, and always prepared recipes for me to cook.
I love my family, a harmonious and happy home. There is always a peaceful atmosphere in my house, and our family of three always gets along in harmony. Mom and Dad have a very good relationship and almost never quarrel. Dad talks very humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible child who is not willful and does not make my parents angry. If I get good grades in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite ice cream. Every time I pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know very well that my grades In addition to the credit of my teachers, my achievements are also inseparable from the training of my parents.
I love my family, a family that I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside, it is my parents who help me resolve difficulties and listen to me talk about my inner anguish. They teach me how to face life and face the facts; it is they who teach me that life will not be Everything is smooth sailing, but one must know how to face the challenges and tests of life.
I love this warm and happy home, and let love stay in my home forever.
I love my family
Everyone has a home, and everyone loves his home very much, so I am no exception.
Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence, and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.
I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is my parents and family environment. The saying "love grows over time" is absolutely true. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as you face it for a long time, you will develop deep feelings. Unknowingly, I have lived in my home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment, and my many years of stories are stored there.
At home, my parents are like my good friends. They talk and laugh every day. No matter how unhappy I am on the way home, as soon as I step into the house, my heart is like being It's as easy and free as letting go.
The environment in which I grew up has some aspects that make me happy and others that make me sad. In the whole house, my favorite room is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookcase, a dresser and a computer... I do my homework on the desk every day and sleep on the big bed. , sometimes when you are tired, just sit in front of the computer and relax, so that your brain can relax after working for a long time. When you have free time, you can browse the books on the bookcase. Everything in the room accompanies my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and colorful flowers in the garden. I also often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family, and every story in my family.
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