1. Looking for a good beginning and a good ending about home

Dear Mom and Dad:

Hello!

Some people say: "There is a kind of love called family love. It is the closest to happiness and will not be broken. It is a kind of everlasting mutual penetration and a kind of warmth that blends into each other's lives." Since childhood, I I grew up bathed in the sunshine of love, and the true love of the world nourished my growth. Under your care, I can't count how many times I fell asleep with a feeling of happiness, and how many times I imagined the future with moved tears. This is because in the long journey of life, there is a word that is the most kind, a call that sounds most beautiful, and a person that I want to thank the most, and it is - "Mom"; this is because on the long road of life, there is a pair of shoulders that are the most solid. , there is one pair of hands that has gone through the most vicissitudes of life, it is - "Dad". Your wrinkles are deep, giving me your beautiful youth; your hands are thick, giving me the warm sunshine; your waist is bent, giving me a straight spine; your eyes are dazzled, giving me the bright gave me his eyes. What should I use to thank you - my parents, you gave birth to me and raised me. Your love is endless and words cannot express it.

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Me, as a life. Since the day I was born, love is like sunshine, shining on me all the time. Mom, you raised me up day by day with your sweet milk; Dad, you held me up high with your broad shoulders, letting me see the outside world, and sheltering me from the wind and rain like a big tree. Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea. In every moment of my growth, it was you who gave me the most. Your love is selfless, sincere, great, and does not ask for anything in return. Because when I encounter difficulties, you are the one who can devote everything to help me; when I am wronged, you are the one who can patiently listen to my cry; when I make mistakes, you are the one who can forgive me without hesitation. , it’s you; when I make progress, you are the ones who will sincerely share the joy with me. Mother's love is a boat, carrying me from boyhood to maturity; father's love is a sea, giving me a happy harbor. My mother's true love ignited the hope in my heart; my father's love inspired me to sail far away. Whenever I faced my father's deep feelings and listened to my mother's ardent expectations, I should have learned to thank you and appreciate you. But many times, I took it for granted and as a matter of course. I got used to accepting this kind of love, and gradually , I forgot to be moved, and I forgot to say "thank you" to you.

"Selfless love is the most charming medicine in difficult situations." Almost everything you have done for me is for me. However, how many times have I Can you really feel it? "Poor parents in the world", when you blame me for doing something wrong, I will always feel aggrieved and blame you in my heart. However, things have changed, and when I was still depressed about the past, your kind smiles appeared in front of me again. You did not remember my mistakes, let alone hold grudges against me because of my mistakes. You didn’t love me less, not even a little bit, because of my opposition, my complaints, or my willfulness. At this time, I was so ashamed and ashamed!

Mom and Dad, I want to say "thank you" to you. I don't know if this "thank you" comes too late, and I don't know what this "thank you" means. But, apart from this , I really don’t know how to express my sincere gratitude.

Flowers are grateful to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish them to grow; the goshawk is grateful to the sky, because the sky allows it to fly; the mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth allows it to stand tall... The people I am most grateful for are my parents. You gave me life and a warm home.

Mom and Dad, you are like the pilot light, pointing the way for me in the confused sea; you are like the unknown stones, making my way forward broad and straight... As your daughter, I am more We know the principles of "filial piety comes first in everything" and "a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring of water". Although I can't repay you with the power of spring now, I will try my best to repay you with drops of water. I know and I believe that if there are too many drops of water, they can form a big river. Because I know very well that your love for me will be engraved in my heart forever, and nothing can replace it! Dad, Mom, I love you forever and ever!

I looked all over the starry sky, but I didn’t find any star that was more brilliant than my mother’s face!

I have traveled all over the land, but I have not found any place that is more solid than my father’s shoulders!

Wish you

happiness and happiness in your heart forever! 2. Junior high school composition about home (better beginning and ending)

I love my family

Dad is the boat and mother is the sail. Without dad, half the sky is missing. Without him, half the sky is missing. Mom, I am lonely again. Because of this, I became a passenger they carried.

Dad is another "passenger ship" that cannot withstand the stormy waves (Dad is in poor health and often falls ill); Mom is a raised sail, supporting the family with strong perseverance and ensuring The boat sails smoothly; and I am a little boat passenger who always wants to get closer to the other side of happiness.

Although the neighbors praise our family for being surprisingly harmonious, I am often proud of it. However, sometimes it is inevitable that there will be some disharmonious "little frictions". I remember one time, my parents had a quarrel over a trivial matter, and both of them were red-faced. The father-in-law said that the father-in-law was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right, and neither gave in to the other. In fact, in my opinion, both of them are using strong words to make sense. The next thing was good, they didn't say a word to each other for several days, and the harmonious scene at home seemed to be frozen in ice. I saw it in my eyes and was anxious in my heart. I always wanted to get them together several times. , but to no avail.

When my father was asked to eat, my mother asked me to do it; when I was looking for clothes, my father asked me to find out where the clothes were. Hey, if this continues, I will become their unpaid "part-time worker" "Sister". What to do!

I racked my brains and thought hard, and finally came up with a plan. Just use a "soft knife" to defeat them. Maybe this is a foolproof strategy. Thinking of this, I smiled slyly.

That day, while my parents were at home, I deliberately hid at my friend’s house, and then called them (my mother answered the phone at that time), “If you and Dad don’t get along again, I will I will never go home; if we make peace, I will come back naturally." At first, my mother thought I was teasing her and didn't take it seriously, and told me not to mess around. I told my mother my address and hung up the phone. If you want to act, you have to act well, so that you can impress the audience. I thought like this and continued to act as planned, as the sky gradually darkened. I was watching TV carelessly at my friend's house, but in my heart I was longing for my parents to show up. My friend asked me doubtfully: "Does your trick work?" "Of course," I replied affirmatively. In fact, I was also very worried. There is no bottom yet. It finally got dark, and when I was feeling depressed, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly jumped off the sofa and opened the door. As expected, the person standing outside the door was my father, and behind him stood my mother. They both looked anxious. "Victory," I cheered, and headed home with my parents. On the way home, I dug out the details from my dad. It turned out that my parents didn’t see me coming back. They made several calls and couldn’t find me. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Later, after receiving my call, They finally put down their snacks, but for the price I offered, no one was willing to make peace first for the sake of face. When it got dark, they finally made peace for my return. So, there was the previous scene.

After this incident, our family of three became more harmonious, "Let love live in my home... I love my home, love means no arguments, laughter and reunion every day, let love live in my home every day... 3 . The beginning and end of the composition "The Story of My Family" should echo each other

One Saturday, we people were reading books and newspapers. Everyone was drowsy and bored. I always felt that the room was full of boredom. The sound of the sound, looking back, suddenly, I found a round of "war fuse" - mice leisurely in my house, "walking", boosting the spirit of our family, and my father and I are "murderous" soaring. "I got a kick on the mouse. The mouse's "Lingbo Weibu" fast escape attack made my dad laugh for a while, "cynicism", and the family also laughed. The mouse found itself being chased and fled four times. < /p>

My father, a man picked up a weapon and chased him with the right mouse button. He chased and beat him. Why didn’t he fight? My mother laughed so hard that she held her stomach after chasing him for a long time. The mouse finally came to me. "Half Out of Production" hit the airwaves, and the mouse flew a few meters away. With a scream of "ji", it fled towards the end of the sofa. Fortunately, my father and his quick eyes and hands combined the broom block, and the mouse had nowhere to look, "spectator" Who burst into thunderous applause. My father and I were greatly boosted. The mouse was beaten to the point of rolling, and I burst into laughter just as the battle was about to end. The mouse took a few steps back, majesticly, and then jumped off the broom, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, and even jumped out of the circle from my father and me

The mouse statue! Like crazy, like straight chairs, scared the mother to let out a scream, it took a while for the mouse to come back to his senses and hide in the cupboard. Ah.

Grandpa caught the mouse and saw us for a long time, and finally there was someone in the corner. The grandfather put the peanut on the outside of the shoe and picked it up. Peanuts like the shoes flying. I rushed up, pinched the shoes, and smashed them on the ground. The mouse couldn't help but cheered. < /p>

Oh, this war is very interesting between mice and people! In fact, if you think carefully about everything at home, you will find it interesting! 4. Writing about home, good beginning and ending

1. Home is a part of our lives, a long and wonderful episode in life. It bears everything about us. When we are traumatized and frustrated, we don’t have to be sad, because home has become us. Our companions, our confidants. During the long nights, we sit alone at home and whisper to our families, letting our families listen to our stories and our songs. Home is also the best place to heal the pain that is difficult to heal. Let the pain only stay in yesterday, and make our today more exciting. What is home? It is a family that is difficult to leave, a warm collective, and a dear motherland.

Here, parents hold up a clear sky for their children with umbrellas of love, and children use filial hearts to offer their parents a ray of comfort; here, there is a strong feeling of teachers and students, and a friendship of partnership. Everyone has their own Home, everyone has an indescribable intimacy with their home. My home is like a small haven, which soothes my young mind, makes me feel the warmth of family affection, and makes me full of confidence for the next struggle... The atmosphere of life in our family is very democratic, harmonious, and harmonious. When eating every day, we would discuss some of the problems encountered that day, and sometimes argue endlessly over a point of view, thus achieving communication and understanding. At this time, my father will also ask me some things about school and my performance in school. Sometimes when I do something wrong, my father will give me serious criticism, and my mother will patiently inspire and educate me. Our family also has a strong educational atmosphere. My parents attach great importance to my quality education, especially my mother, who pays special attention to my growth and teaches me how to cook, mop the floor, wash clothes, etc. Now I often cook simple meals and wash my own clothes. In school, I loved working very much and was always eager to do dirty and heavy work. I was praised by the teacher many times. This is inseparable from parental education. The most special atmosphere in my family is on rainy days. We can't go out in such weather. My parents and I each hold a book, each occupy a room, and start reading for the day. There is the sound of rain outside the window, and there is the quiet sound of reading inside. What a wonderful scene it is. My home does not have gorgeous furnishings, nor does it have a luxurious combination of stereos and large-screen color TVs. Some are simple furniture and piles of books. I read and grew up in the ocean of these books. Under the influence of books, my soul developed a desire and pursuit of knowledge. Therefore, I must study hard and work hard to live up to my parents' expectations of me. ——When I was sweating profusely while doing my homework, she brought a popsicle; when my mouth was dry, she brought a glass of warm water like a rain in time... All of these moved me. How great it would be if my mother could be by my side at this time. Say, can I not love my family? ? Mom loves me and loves me

2. Home is a warm word for all of us. And since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering. The end of the wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul - going home. Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about his home - Yingdu during his exile. Therefore, no matter how much suffering there is, he can wear a high crown, a long sword, and chant his "Nine Songs." But once Yingdu was captured and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he knew that there was no more home for him in this world. He went to another, more distant place, which was his home. No wonder people say, "Everyone who meets by chance is like a guest from a foreign land." Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse stops moving forward." 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 pieces of gold." ; An Xin's memory... The literati in the feudal era often wandered in the mountains and under the ancient roads under the setting sun, maybe because of their future, maybe because of the war, or maybe because of other reasons, but when they saw the lights and lights of thousands of families in the city, How can we not recall the beautiful home and feel all kinds of emotions when we see the sporadic fishing lights on the river, or see a few wisps of smoke in the wild mountains of Wushan? "Where is the hometown at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad"! Even in peaceful and peaceful times, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is so beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, my brothers and sisters are all harmonious...". "Beijingers in New York" tells the story of overseas Chinese's view of home, which is a family happily reunited in a courtyard. Huang Lei's home in "Loss of Time" has the unique charm of the Jiangnan water town and the flavor of Grandpa Qi's books. At our age, we have a more different view of home: we want to have a house of our own, decorate it ourselves, and live our own life; who can walk far away with me in the clouds, live close to the sun, and can turn away from the noise of the world? , want a clean and free life. This is how rebellious children think, but this is not what good children think. They want to live with their parents and put their previous home and future home together. Home is more than just a house. It is a haven for wanderers and a stop for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives, and my home. The above examples are for reference. 5. Please write a more beautiful beginning and end of your composition about home

Beginning 1:

Home always brings me warmth. Whenever I think about things at home, it always makes me feel sweet. That night was especially outstanding. That night was like a piece of sugar. The sugar was sour at first and sweet at the end, which left me with endless aftertaste.

Ending 1:

Our family happily gathered together to celebrate my birthday happily. The shock this birthday brought to me is something I will never forget. It is colorful, ***, vivid, beautiful,,,,, like a piece of weird candy. It allows me to taste anticipation, fear, terror, happiness and sweetness. It makes me Endless aftertaste!

Beginning 2:

Home is a safe haven for all of us. Because we have a home, we can feel the existence of happiness.

In my heart, home is not only our shelter from the wind, but also a symphony. A place where you can play countless tones and compose the sound of happiness.

Ending 2:

This is the symphony of my home. Because with the combination of these, my home is my home. It can bring me happiness and joy. And because of the existence of a family, I have become strong and independent. These are all because of the existence of home, which makes me inspired. Let me understand the truth. I love my home! 6. The beginning, end and discussion of the composition on the topic of home

There is always such a place in the world that can provide us with shelter when the storm is raging, and comfort us when the soul is tired. Our bodies and souls always need a place where we can rest, and this is home.

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 rich and clear cup of 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.

Family is like a topic that can never be finished, trickling down in the pens of many literati.

Home is a pair of slippers handed over by your lover when you return; home is the smiling face of a child jumping into his arms; home is a steaming soup and meal on the dining table; home is a bed The sweet double bed shines under the light of the headlight...

Home is the strong language of love; home is the nagging; home is the trivial days that pass by page by page; Home is a string of red peppers hanging under the eaves...

Home is a harbor for anchoring; home is a resting station; home is the most solid dependence when sleeping; home is the most solid dependence when sleeping; It’s my husband’s dirty words - a place where you don’t have to hold in your farts...

Home is a part of our lives, a long and wonderful episode in life. It bears everything about us. When we are traumatized and frustrated, we don’t have to be sad because our family has become our partner and our confidant. During the long nights, we sit alone at home and whisper to our families, letting them listen to our stories and songs. Home is also the best place to treat pain. It will heal the wounds that are difficult to heal, leaving the pain only in yesterday and making our today more exciting.

The giant ocean-going ship must sail back to a calm harbor sooner or later. Refueling, servicing, loading, unloading. . to prepare for the first voyage. Children who leave home must return to a warm family sooner or later.

Home is not just a house, it is a haven for wanderers and a stop for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives, my home. .

Only when you have a home will you be happy, no matter how dilapidated it is, this is where true happiness exists.

A day and a half vacation is short, and I just want to cry when I say goodbye to my family. I wonder if my mother who waved away would cry? But I know that home is destined to be the destination of my life.

This is my family, which is full of laughter and laughter all the time. In this family, I continue to make progress and grow.

What is home? There are people who care about me and let me go. It seemed like I was going home then. This is home, people miss it unconsciously.

Home, my home, they are so cute and beautiful, I love my home!