Please adopt my question. Home is the heater in winter and the hope in 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. As I grew older, there was a generation gap between my parents and me. I seldom communicate with them in this respect. Maybe my parents care too much about me. They often look at my personal privacy. I have lost my temper several times, but I have never lost it in front of them. I went home one day and habitually opened the drawer after entering the room, and found that the drawer had been turned over. Although it was neatly arranged, I still found some "pearl clues", my diary, and I hesitated for a long time before I was sure it was my parents. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I rushed to the living room and sat on the sofa angrily. I didn't call my parents who were watching TV. I just look angry and dare not speak. The deadlock continued, and my mother finally said, "Why are you so angry?" "Fake good man, know perfectly well past ask!" I cursed in my heart, but I didn't answer. "Your mother is talking to you! You didn't hear. " Dad yelled at me when he saw that I didn't answer my mother. "What's the matter, I don't even have the right to speak?" I can't bear it any longer. I deliberately said such a sentence to provoke them, and I felt Japanese when I said it. "You child, how can you talk to your parents like this? You have no respect for your parents! " "Have you ever respected me?" I took a detour with them and made it clear. ""Anyway, we are doing it for your own good. "Mother said calmly and with a little confidence." Is it good for me not to read my diary? Did you ask my permission? Have you considered my feelings? "I tried to hold back my tears when I spoke." What we do is for your own good anyway. "Looking at mom and dad, I can't listen to it anymore. I ran into the room, slammed the door, and lay on the bed and began to cry. Tears can't hold back any longer. I feel very sad in my heart. Why do they disrespect me so much? Is it love for me? Looking at the family photos hanging on the wall and the kindness of parents, I don't believe it. Are they really my former parents? Mom and Dad, please give me a piece of my own blue sky, let me fly freely, let me really have the ladder of free growth, truly belong to myself … "It will always be unique and irreplaceable: this is the memory of my childhood. "Yes, Du Jiaer was right. Whenever I recall a stupid thing I did when I was a child, I can't help laughing. This childlike event began in the summer when I was six years old. At that time, there were so many mosquitoes that even sleeping with mosquito-repellent incense would be bitten by mosquitoes. I can't bear it, and I'm determined to think of a clever way to kill mosquitoes. After many troubles, I finally thought of a "coup": don't mosquitoes feed on blood? Then it is very sensitive to red! According to this reasoning, you can have a good sleep as long as you distract mosquitoes with red tonight! Thinking about it, I smiled first. Grandma saw me laughing and asked me why I laughed so happily. I seriously said this "plan". After listening to this, she also smiled. When she was about to tell me something, I interjected, "Please give me a red marker in order to accomplish this important mission. "Grandma see me so persistent, may also give up the idea of telling me the truth. She smiled and gave me a red marker. I picked up a watercolor pen and painted red on the wooden ladder, cabinet and wall in the utility room. Soon, you will be finished. I can finally have a good sleep tonight! Thought of this, the in the mind is beautiful and diligent. The next morning, I woke up in a daze and scratched habitually. An idea flashed through my mind at once-I was bitten by a mosquito again last night. I got out of bed and cried angrily. I asked my grandmother, "Why doesn't my method work? Why? "Grandma stroked my head and told me," Silly boy, mosquitoes will know where there is blood sucking when they smell it. How will they react when they see red? "And it's dark at night, and mosquitoes can't see." I thought about it and found it reasonable, so I stopped crying. Looking at the red watercolors on the walls, wooden ladders and wooden cabinets, I was blindsided, as if I had just experienced the "Nanjing Massacre". Now, when I see these "bloodstains", I may laugh, but I ... I won't admit that I painted them. Macaulay was right! "Of all people, children have the richest imagination." Everyone has his own childhood, and childhood events are often full of childlike interest and memorable. One thing I still remember. It happened when I was five years old, and it has been five or six years. I like shrimp very much. My mother always cooks shrimp for me once or twice on Saturday and Sunday. I eat it with relish every time. Where's my mother? She always eats bitter shrimp heads and always gives me delicious shrimp meat. At that time, when I was young, I always thought my mother loved shrimp heads. Then, a ridiculous and childish thing happened. Once, my father bought three grilled shrimps from outside and told me to go to the kindergarten to eat them in the morning. Ah! How delicious this shrimp is! How charming the color is! On the way to the kindergarten, I couldn't help but be tempted and was about to eat. At this moment, I thought of my mother. My mother usually gives me the best food. This time, I want to give my mother the best food! What does mom like best? I thought about it, and finally came up with a shrimp head, a shrimp head. Because my mother only eats shrimp heads every time she eats shrimp, she doesn't eat shrimp bodies, so I conclude that my mother likes shrimp heads best. I plucked the first of the three shrimps and ate them with relish. When I was sleeping in kindergarten at noon, I was afraid that three shrimp heads would be found by the teacher, so I took them out of my pocket and pressed them under my pillow. When I was sleeping, I also had a dream. I dreamed that when my mother took me home, I took out three shrimp heads for her to eat. When my mother saw it, she happily praised me for being sensible and rewarded me with a large piece of chocolate. Therefore, I am very eager to see my mother pick me up early. Finally, my mother came to pick me up after school in the afternoon. I was ecstatic and ran to my mother in three or two steps. "mom! Look what good things I brought you! " Say happily. "Oh, what is it?" Mother said gently as usual. "I'll show you outside." I blinked mysteriously. Outside, I asked my mother to close her eyes and count "3,2, 1". Mother smiled when I held three dried shrimp heads in my hand. I seem to feel that my mother's smile is not sweet, and I smiled reluctantly and awkwardly, and my eyes seemed to be shining with tears. She kissed me, touched my head and said, "Silly child, how can mother love to eat her head?" Then he said softly, "Thank you!" I listened, smiled and looked at my mother in confusion. Since my mother doesn't like shrimp heads, why does she always ... I grow up and gradually understand. I feel funny when I think about it, and I feel guilty for my childish behavior. I deeply realized my mother's love for me, and I love my mother even more! Dream-an important step in life. Dream is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Dreams are the key to the treasure house of knowledge; Dreams are ladders to help you climb the temple of knowledge. Some people pursue their ideals and forget their dreams. In fact, dreams will produce beautiful flowers. Although some dreams will not blossom, as long as you sow the seeds of dreams and don't give up the opportunity to sweat, I believe that one day you will feel the joy of success. Bai pao wanted to be an artist when he was a child, but he couldn't make up his mind every time. When my mother found out, she enrolled me in a special class and asked me to learn dance. I was very happy at first, but after practicing for a few days, my leg began to hurt and I wanted to give up. Later, after my mother's patient guidance, I deeply understood that success requires patience, just like dreams are fish and sweat is a fishing rod. If you want to catch a fish, you must wait patiently. Yes, persistence is victory. After Pink Bubble arrived in middle school, I was still in a special class. Although I have studied in school for more than ten days, I still have two days to learn dance. With my love of dance, I never put any other thoughts. Mom said I grew up and learned a lot. At this time, I am ecstatic, because the white bubble has grown into a pink bubble with dreams and I am willing to work hard. My dream is to be an artist. I know it takes some hard work. I will make 100% efforts to trudge in the palace of artistic knowledge, roam in the ocean of knowledge and paint a brilliant tomorrow with my own wisdom. Dreams are related to our lives, so we should make good use of them. We should be a dreamer, set lofty goals from now on, lay a good foundation, be not afraid of difficulties and face them bravely. I believe there are applause and flowers waiting for you in the palace of success. Dreams, you, me and him should have them. Let's take dreams as a ladder, water the flowers of success with sweat, and take off the laurels of dreamers! Really, dreams will blossom! I have been calling for a long time, please accept it.