Home is the foundation of our growth, home is an endless book, home is a poem full of good wishes, home is a warm and moving song, and home is a cup of mellow wine. Home is so dull and fascinating. Home is our safe haven, which brings us warmth and happiness and accompanies us to grow up. I love my family! Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years, where my most beloved parents have stored my stories for many years. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf and a computer in the room. I do my homework on my desk every day, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes I sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired after working for a long time, and read in the bookcase when I have time. Every toy in the room is accompanied by my growing joy, anger, sadness and joy. Everyone has a home, and animals are no exception. Tall trees are home to birds, wet soil is home to flowers, green lotus leaves are home to frogs, clear streams are home to fish and tadpoles, and green grass is home to insects. Some big bosses and entrepreneurs have rich families, luxury houses, cars, money, power and influence. 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 families, they think they will lose their property. When they returned to their mansion, they were only faced with an empty wall. Nothing, very lonely, lonely. They will never understand the meaning of home. When asked what their home is, they always reply: "Home is a place to live." What is home? In fact, home is a house with people and love. A home without love, no matter how luxurious, makes people feel desolate; A loving home, no matter how narrow, will make people feel warm. Home carries the dream of everyone in the family, through thick and thin. Everyone's home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and furniture made of love. Happiness comes from having a home, no matter how shabby it is, but this is where real happiness exists. And a home. What is home? Home is the closest place to your heart; Home is the eternal concern that haunts your heart; Home is your shelter when you encounter a storm. Once, home stood in my memory in a dense posture. It can even be said that I have never had a complete and correct definition of home. I only know that the place to go home from school is home, the place to eat is home, and the place to rest when I am sleepy is home. Perhaps, I gave such a broad definition of "home" that when I was about to leave home for high school, I didn't have any nostalgia for the place I called home 15 years. Instead, I look forward to the coming campus life. Home? Homeless everywhere! When I entered school, my life completely deviated from my imagination. On the first day, I felt that the life I expected was too tired, so tired that even eating in the canteen became an extremely hard thing for me. This just know, home, such a warm place. Once, I thought I was a strong and adaptable person, but I was wrong. Man is the truest when he faces himself alone. I'm not strong, really, not at all. When there is a great distance between reality and imagination, all I can do is recall. Recall grandma's nagging, grandpa's teaching, uncle's departure after I got on the bus, and the fragrance of prickly heat powder emitted by my brother. Then, in a dense posture, stand in the wind and wait for the baptism of tears. Finally, cut the memories into the most extravagant fireworks. The first time I called home, I heard grandma's familiar voice, as if it were in my ear but out of reach. I cried sadly. On the other end of the phone, grandma's comforting voice echoed in my ear, and I was already in tears. Hang up the phone in a hurry Tears, like water in a flooded levee, can't stop. Then, I remembered the people and things I didn't think I would miss when I left home. I remember that Gu Xiang said in "Western Heaven": "Those things that we thought would not be forgotten were forgotten by us in the process of our obsession." Yes, even things that we think will be forgotten will be deeply imprinted in our minds in the process of desperately forgetting. Really, no matter where you go, home will always be your miss. Now, I like to stand at the highest place in our school and look east, all the way to the east. I want to see if the sunflowers in my hometown are in bloom. When I can't sleep, I go out and look at the dark outline of the campus, and occasionally the dim lights scattered in a room. At dawn, I will look up at the sky and wonder if those moving clouds will piece together a face in my memory. In an instant, I can lose all the languages. I am anxious and sad. In the field, there are birds flapping their wings and flying high into the sky. In a foreign land, I quietly planted a seed named "home" in my heart, and watered a warm dream with my long thoughts-leaving my thoughts in my heart and feeling the call of home with the sadness of cherry blossoms. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering, but the end point of wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul-home. In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about that home-Du Ying. So no matter how much he suffers, he can wear a high crown and hold a sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home. No wonder some people say that "when we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow is holding the green horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink back again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a river flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of a peaceful seat in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era often drifted in the mountains and under the ancient sunset road because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, but when they saw the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or saw the wisps of light smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye, how could they not remember that beauty? Where is the twilight village pass, there is sad fog on the river waves! Even in peaceful and quiet times, the attachment to home is still so strong. My family is beautiful, happy, peaceful, healthy, and brothers and sisters live in harmony. "Beijingers in new york" tells the overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying there. At this age, our views on home are even different: we want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live by ourselves; Who walks with me in the distance in the clouds, stays near the sun, can hide their ears, stay away from the secular noise, and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children think so, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their old home and future home together. Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family. You can also write "I want to have a home, a place I don't need very much, and I will always think of it when I am injured ..." This well-known song sings many people's voices, tears, joys and sorrows. What is home? Bi Shumin once said: "Home is the kite axis, which allows you to fly high and tie it with a thread." In fact, home is a home with people, love and gentleness. A home without love, no matter how luxurious, makes people feel desolate; A loving home, no matter how narrow, will make people feel warm. Home carries the dream of everyone in the family, through thick and thin. Everyone's home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and furniture made of love. "She sewed and mended carefully, for fear of delaying time and keeping him from going home", home is a little bit of concern woven by her mother; "After three months of war, there are millions of letters from home", and home is the eternal expectation in the war. "When the snow changes, the dream of crushing my hometown will not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown." Home is the inner watch of my loved ones. There is no burning fire in the fireplace at home, but there are hot and sincere hearts that snuggle up to each other and let the warmth pass. You can only be spoiled at home-whether you are 15, 25 or 50, as long as you are at home, you have everything. Home is the pillar of our soul. When we are tired, we will stop here. Someone will always sweep away the dust and pour you a cup of hot tea. This is home. There are always people who understand this truth, and there are always people who understand it, but there is nothing they can do. So please look at this home again, no matter how shabby it is, please believe that this is the place where happiness exists. ★ Famous saying "home" ○ Home, paradise on earth (Germany) ○ Birds love their nests and people love their homes (Britain) ○ Others' nests are not as good as their own ○ No birds will pollute their nests (Britain) ○ For Adam, heaven is his home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise (Futai) ○ My house is like a castle to me, and the law can't drive me out-(Wei Stafford) ★ "Home" in Tang poetry ○ Once I leave this place, the whole world becomes home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems of Passing through an Old House") My pillar is failing, so I'm worried about learning to pray in the mountains. (Li Ang's "The Problem of Self-improvement") On the edge of Wang Jia Avenue, there is a sacred spring filled with dragons and turtles. (Cai Fu's "Ode to the Temple in the Suburb, Appreciating the Dragon Pond", the second time) ○ The boat doesn't wait for the moon to come out, and it will return to the palace with a sigh. After the war, they put away their bows and arrows and returned to their hometown due west. (Wang Jian's Zaqu Geci Travel to Liaodong) ○ Ruoxiwan Fisherman, West to East. (Zhang's Miscellaneous Ballads and Fishing Songs) ○ My home is Wu Hui, far away in the mountains, and my hometown is closed with white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return") Yuanji, Huang Shang, is the state capital. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Harmony and Music in Six Palaces") ○ The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu's "Two Villa in the Spring Festival Evening") ○ Mountains and rivers only ask questions, but temples don't live. (Zhang Jiuling's "The First Wax of Wind and Lotus") ○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Diet System") ○ It's not like spring under the moonlight in the forest pond. (Wang Bo's Sitting at the Gate at Night) There are many fishermen in Pukou who invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits) ○ Who is Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins ten thousand flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl") ○ Wan Li sent a thousand peaks with a solitary sword. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") ○ The owner of Xishe sent it at the same time, and it took no more than one month to travel around. (Li Bai's "A Trip to Jiangxia") 0 1 Go to Changsha to move passengers, and look at Chang 'an in the west without seeing home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Yellow Crane Tower's Flute with Shilang Zhong Qin") ○ There is tillage in the family, and smoke rises in the morning in the well house. (Wei's "Rise in the Garden, Send Ying Zhao to Han Mingfu and Lu Zhushu") Responder: Lovely Baby _ Yao Yao-Scholar Level 3 9-921:/kloc-0 ★ The "home" in Tang poetry ○ Once you leave here, you will be home everywhere. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems of Passing through an Old House") My pillar is failing, so I'm worried about learning to pray in the mountains. (Li Ang's "The Problem of Self-improvement") On the edge of Wang Jia Avenue, there is a sacred spring filled with dragons and turtles. (Cai Fu's "Ode to the Temple in the Suburb, Appreciating the Dragon Pond" the second time) ○ The boat doesn't wait for the moon to come out, and it will return to the palace with a sigh. After the war, they put away their bows and arrows and returned to their hometown due west. (Wang Jian's Zaqu Geci Travel to Liaodong) ○ Ruoxiwan Fisherman, West to East. (Zhang's Miscellaneous Ballads and Fishing Songs) ○ My home is Wu Hui, far away in the mountains, and my hometown is closed with white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return") Yuanji, Huang Shang, is the state capital. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Harmony and Music in Six Palaces") ○ The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu's "Two Villa in the Spring Festival Evening") ○ Mountains and rivers only ask questions, but temples don't live. (Zhang Jiuling's "The First Wax of Wind and Lotus") ○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Diet System") ○ It's not like spring under the moonlight in the forest pond. (Wang Bo's Sitting at the Gate at Night) There are many fishermen in Pukou who invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits) ○ Who is Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins ten thousand flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl") ○ Wan Li sent a thousand peaks with a solitary sword. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") ○ The owner of Xishe sent it at the same time, and it took no more than one month to travel around. (Li Bai's "A Trip to Jiangxia") 0 1 Go to Changsha to move passengers, and look at Chang 'an in the west without seeing home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Yellow Crane Tower's Flute with Shilang Zhong Qin") ○ Tianjia has been ploughed, and the smoke rises in the morning in the well house. (Wei's Landscape Annals, Posting Zhao Mingfu and Lu Zhushu) At 5 o'clock in the morning in ..........................................................................., my father got up and finally pulled me out of bed. Armed to the teeth, we went downstairs and started running in the morning. Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, we started running step by step. At first, we didn't feel anything. We ran very hard. Later, we felt the difficulty of running. I am a very strong person and will not give up easily. Even if I am dying, I will continue. However, God just won't give me a chance to show my exercise cells. I felt so tired that my lips began to turn pale and my head began to faint. Of course, my father had nothing to do and didn't notice my unusual behavior. Bang, bang, I fell to the ground, panting. When my father saw me, he rushed over to be caring and attentive. Finally, he added, I am so tired after running so little. What should I do in the future? Three black lines appeared on my head at once. Dad smiled, picked me up and took me around the community to finish the last lap. Although I feel embarrassed, my heart is still warm. In the morning, a father took his daughter running and became a beautiful landscape. The summer vacation when my mother accompanied me to practice the piano was the hardest for me and my mother. Speaking of it, I was about to take the TEM-8 exam that year. My mother was pregnant with my sister that year, so that the summer vacation became an extraordinary period to test our mother and daughter. From the sunrise in the east to the sunset in the west, my mother and I are in my room, 12 hours playing repetitive music, sometimes intermittent, sometimes smooth. I believe that thanks to me, my neighbor should be able to hum these songs, which is also a sign that my hand is going to cramp. My mother listened with me and was pregnant. It's really not easy. I'm tired when I play the repetitive tone, but I feel very relieved. The entrance examination is only a few days away from my sister's birth. Many things happened, and I passed the exam smoothly. It didn't take long for my sister to come out of my mother's stomach. It was a double happiness. Later, in the ward, I said, "Maybe my sister listened to too many of my works during prenatal education, so she was so naughty!" "At this point, our whole family laughed. My sister played a trick on me. My sister was born because I was so lonely, in order to accompany me. But later, I didn't think so. Maybe to get rid of my selfish bad habit. I was surprised to find that she inherited my genes and ate like this! She grabs me for what I eat. Of course, I am 12 years old. How can I give up easily? But I was surprised to find that his strength was so great that he left three drops of sweat on his head. Who inherited this? I scold her, and she learns to scold me. I spanked her and she learned to spank me. She can't rob me, so she cries, saying that crying is a child's weapon, and my sister is no exception, which hurts my vitality every time. I finally know the hard work of my parents, but I also want to think about my poor sister's heart! Our family, that's it, is both bitter and happy. Since you can't see it in front of you, you should know more about it. Home is a warm home is a heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring; Home is a warm embrace, and home is the most beautiful paradise. —— Inscription On the way home, the wall-covered Parthenocissus tricuspidata came into view, lush and green, which made people feel cool in the hot summer days. I just stopped cycling in front of the corridor of my apartment. Suddenly, a light and fast figure passed over my head. I was startled and looked up. It was a swallow that flew into the corridor. I followed the swallow's direction and saw a little swallow's nest on the wall of the corridor on the first floor. I don't know when it was established. It is as detailed as a small bamboo basket. I looked at the nest carefully, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest. Its shiny black feathers are dotted with two red pearl eyes. The little swallow is still sipping her mouth, and there is a big swallow beside her. She must be the swallow's mother. She is feeding the swallows mouth to mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the swallow's father. He put the food he had just picked up from outside on the mother swallow. I suddenly felt a warm current, a warm current rising. This is home! Home is the heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring! Home, how nice! Warm home is really nostalgic! I tiptoed upstairs so as not to disturb them. In the future, we can see such a scene every day: the swallow flies in and out with food in its mouth, whispering and shouting, adding vitality and affection to our corridor. Whenever night falls and the cold wind blows, three swallows snuggle in a small nest, sometimes snuggle together, chirping birds and conveying the fragrance of flowers in their hearts, which is very comfortable and quiet. Home is a warm embrace, and home is a beautiful paradise! Home, how nice! A warm home is really intoxicating! The sun rises and the moon sets. Spring has come and winter has come. The little swallow grew up and flew in and out with the big swallow. Swallow's home has become a member of our whole dormitory. Swallow's home and our human family live in harmony and set each other off. May the swallow's home be warm, the human home warm and the world home warm. What bothers lonely people and what makes homeless people dream? This is home, this is a warm home. -when the inscription fails, the mother's encouraging eyes are calm and soothing, and the father's stern eyes are strong. When you succeed, you will be proud in your mother's proud eyes, and know in your father's stern eyes that modesty can achieve everything and pride is nothing. Whenever I encounter many difficulties, my mother is always the first to comfort me. Maybe many mothers will do the same. I remember that I hated math and was afraid of Olympiad since I was a child. My mother found this shortcoming of mine. Every night, when I am sleeping in a warm bed. Mother studied in the dim light. She knows that her cultural knowledge cannot be taught to her daughter. She must study hard. During the day, she will explain all my problems. When I solved all the problems, my mother smiled with relief. Learning English is also a difficult problem for me. I can never remember British standards. My mother sent me to learn English for me, and then I sat and studied by myself. I am absent-minded in class. When I didn't hear the teacher's lecture, my mother came back to teach me patiently. She writes English standards on the wall and reads them with me every day. Under my mother's education, my English level was quickly remembered. Growing up, my mother never hit me, just silently encouraged me. My grades are gradually rising, and my mother is happy in her eyes. But I am more and more proud, and loving mothers often fail. Mom found out and couldn't bear to punish me. Dad was very angry when he found out and slapped me. Although I didn't hit hard, I cried. I remembered this lesson, and my father let me know: "Modesty can achieve everything, and pride is nothing. "Whenever I am happy for a little achievement, my father's eyes immediately wake me up. This is my home: I love my home, a warm home. Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family. I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home. Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time. I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony. Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry. If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents. I love my family, a family I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life. I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever. I love my family. Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their 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, and the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. " "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years. At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even if they are not happy on the way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being untied. In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family. You can learn from it.