★1 Burn a sandalwood, put a cup of fragrant tea, comb your thoughts and chew warmly in the fragrance. ?

among the green leaves, above the west window, the rainy night in early autumn is quiet and quiet. The flickering candlelight gives people a warm feeling. The dense mist enveloped the dimly lit window, and the candlelight stretched the figure on the window for a long time. A pair of figures on the window paper * * * persistent scissors, cut off the ashes on the wick, and also cut off the suffering of lovesickness in two places. Warm soft words, shy smiles, and endless sweetness and warmth are filled in the rainy night. ?

In the same night, the early summer breeze brushed the leaves in the yard, bringing a pleasant coolness. An oil lamp shines bright as a bean. Our family gathered around the wooden table for dinner. Unload a day's fatigue, pick up leisure at this moment, and the soft light flashes in my mother's loving eyes and jumps on my father's strong back. The smell of food on the wooden table blends with the fragrance of grass, which has its own intoxicating charm. In the night sky, there is a faint barking from a distance, and the lush and silent leaves overhead indicate the approaching of the middle of the night. So, in my mother's arms, in the cool breeze from the small fan, and in my father's story, I fell asleep sweetly. The frog in the distance is singing a warm song, and the small yard is full of warm starlight. ?

an orange lamp is your own world. Invite a few close friends to get together. Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, and the crooning oil flies sing the deep and quiet night. There is a strong fragrance of friendship in the soft and warm candlelight. Throw away depression, sadness and heart-to-heart conversation. The air is filled with the fragrance of a lot of gardenias. On a night like a curtain, a window like eyes is lit, and the beating candlelight interprets a kind of feeling called warmth. ?

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compared with the lonely and unruly desert, the warmth is the Jiangnan water town with small bridges and flowing water, with willows and clear water like a belt, rocking the awning boat and shuttling through the white walls of Daiwa. There is a carefree and leisurely heart, and naturally there is no confusion and inferiority when facing the wilderness. ?

warm, like a daffodil, delicate, elegant, light and delicate fragrance, as fresh and simple as a small jasper. Have a relaxed, floating, away from the face of coquettish boredom and fatigue. W?

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I silently chewed every little bit of warmth and found the element of loving life

★2? Home is a word that is warm when it is mentioned, and fascinating when it is remembered. It is also the people who are destined to become a family. ? Home, everyone has a home, and home is the place that everyone is most familiar with. There are our dearest family members and the most beloved things.

Home is the society that everyone first comes into contact with. There are our joys and sorrows here. And everyone's emotions will affect the mood of the rest of the family.

home is the warmest place. Hard-working parents always struggle for a living. It ushered in the sunrise and sent away the sunset. In the morning, when you get out of bed lazily, the breakfast carefully prepared by your mother is already on the table. In the evening, when you get home, although your parents haven't prepared dinner because of busy things, your considerate mother always prepares snacks and a glass of water for you.

Home is the sustenance of your soul. When you succeed, your family is really happy for you and gives you the most sincere congratulations. When you fail, your family gives you encouragement from time to time, gives you the strength of love, and makes you have the courage to walk into the door of success from the haze of failure. When you are sad and feel that there is no friend around you who is worth talking to, you will suddenly feel that home is the only person you are worth talking to. The care and consideration of your family will slowly remove the shadow from your heart.

Home is a school that teaches you how to adapt to society and how to be a person. Careful mother is always by your side, teaching you how to respect your teachers and treat your friends and classmates at school. A strict father will always help you in your studies and severely criticize you when you are careless in doing something wrong. Perhaps, in the past, you would think that your mother was so nagging and your father's sternness frightened you. Then, you will feel that your mother's nagging is so kind and warm; And the severity of your father makes you feel the infinite expectations of your father.

home changes with the passage of time. My parents are old, and we grow up day by day. As you get older, you will feel the deep love of your parents more and more strongly. Now as you grow up, be filial to your parents who are old that day.

Home is created by parents working hard together. From birth to adulthood to success, people can't do without the care, education, influence and support of this family. Everyone's growth is saturated with the efforts of their parents.

Home, the place I love most, I will study hard with my parents' expectations, and I will go home with success in the future.

I love my home

home, the harbor of the soul, the pure land of body and mind forever. Every time I encounter setbacks in an affair, the force behind me becomes more and more powerful. Originally thought, love without reason is pale and thin, and can't stand the test of time. It was not until that moment that I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.

I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and most unrequited love. I am still convinced of this. But as I grow up and mature, I don't say a word about my mother's loving exhortation. Whenever the school organizes to go out to play, I will deal with my mother's instructions while sorting out things. In retrospect, the past dribs and drabs appear in my mind like movies. Looking from the beautiful ripples of the ocean of memory, I suddenly got a shock: why did my childhood admiration for my mother disappear and disappear now? Why did the tall and kind image of my mother in my childhood become wordy now? Why did childhood kindness become serious now? Whenever I ask my mother to go to school alone, my mother always laughs and doesn't answer. Begging hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and wrote her worries on her face when reminding me to pay attention to safety.

Compared with maternal love, my father gave me more love.

If a mother's love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then a father's love is a cup of mellow coffee; If a mother's love is a running stream, then a father's love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad. Mother is sometimes like a lively and kind sister who knows each other, and sometimes like a harsh English female teacher. My father is not a strict father in my mind, but more like a friend and a hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of a foreign land, I felt sad for a year, but the sunset and sunrise never changed. At this moment, when I was looking at my father's smile, I was unconsciously speechless, so that the sunset twilight filled my eyes with tears. If maternal love is a starry night sky in midsummer, then paternal love is a starry sky in the middle of winter. Every time I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. Let me feel that behind those eyes is a big well, full of memories and long-term firm thinking. On the other hand, its appearance shines with modern light, like sunlight shining on the leaves of the outer layer of a tree or between the ripples of a deep lake.

when I was in grade two, I asked my mother to go to school more than once, but she always looked at me lovingly and didn't answer. Gradually, the righteousness became a soft grind and a hard bubble. When my mother finally agreed, my heart was like a wild horse without reins. I breathed more free and fresh air after a lifetime of unrestrained love and freedom, and my little heart had an unprecedented feeling, like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

school is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I didn't find the familiar figure of my parents, and my heart was as excited as a rabbit. The calm appearance tried to hide the excitement. Step by step along the familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short at this time. The moment I took out my key, I suddenly heard the familiar voice in my ear. I was gratified but somewhat ridiculed: "Not bad, I can go home by myself ..."

In this way, I ran between home and school with my feet every day. I have gone through the late spring when a hundred flowers are blooming, the midsummer when the sun is shining, the late autumn when the red leaves are like fire, and the winter when the clothes are wrapped in silver. Year after year, I have stepped through the third grade of ignorance, the fourth grade of innocence, and the fifth grade of pressure.

I remember that in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing and met at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake my sleeping parents, I quietly woke up my classmates in the same room and crept out of the house. Looking back, the whole building was shrouded in the twilight in the early morning, but the lights were on in the familiar position, and two figures stood in front of the window. There was a warm current in my heart, and the darkness ahead became bright at this moment. I'm so happy to have been walking in their eyes for so many years.

an opponent who can't be modified always brings warmth behind his back, always bothersome and always pays attention to it, and doesn't know how to cherish it. Still remember a warm opponent, and always take care of me. The ideal has finally arrived today, and I hope to share the glory. Indulged in the scale, she didn't appreciate it, but her mother's love never gave in. She was determined to break away from her struggle and finally repay her kindness. The spring breeze and the rain warm my heart, and I care for it silently all my life. It is your warm eyes that teach me to look at the road ahead resolutely and tell me not to give up when I fall. I can't explain how to repay my kindness. Love is infinite. Please allow me to say that I really love you. Home is a word that is warm when it is mentioned, and fascinating when it is remembered. It is also the people who are destined to become a family.

home, everyone has a home, and home is the place that everyone is most familiar with. There are our dearest family members and the most beloved things.

Home is the society that everyone first comes into contact with. There are our joys and sorrows here. And everyone's emotions will affect the mood of the rest of the family.

home is the warmest place. Hard-working parents always struggle for a living. It ushered in the sunrise and sent away the sunset. In the morning, when you get out of bed lazily, the breakfast carefully prepared by your mother is already on the table. In the evening, when you get home, although your parents haven't prepared dinner because of busy things, your considerate mother always prepares snacks and a glass of water for you.

Home is the sustenance of your soul. When you succeed, your family is really happy for you and gives you the most sincere congratulations. When you fail, your family gives you encouragement from time to time, gives you the strength of love, and makes you have the courage to walk into the door of success from the haze of failure. When you are sad and feel that there is no friend around you who is worth talking to, you will suddenly feel that home is the only person you are worth talking to. The care and consideration of your family will slowly remove the shadow from your heart.

Home is a school that teaches you how to adapt to society and how to be a person. Careful mother is always by your side, teaching you how to respect your teachers and treat your friends and classmates at school. A strict father will always help you in your studies and severely criticize you when you are careless in doing something wrong. Perhaps, in the past, you would think that your mother was so nagging and your father's sternness frightened you. Then, you will feel that your mother's nagging is so kind and warm; And the severity of your father makes you feel the infinite expectations of your father.

home changes with the passage of time. My parents are old, and we grow up day by day. As you get older, you will feel the deep love of your parents more and more strongly. Now as you grow up, be filial to your parents who are old that day.

Home is created by parents working hard together. From birth to adulthood to success, people can't do without the care, education, influence and support of this family. Everyone's growth is saturated with the efforts of their parents.

Home, the place I love most, I will study hard with my parents' expectations, and I will go home with success in the future.

I love my home

home, the harbor of the soul, the pure land of body and mind forever. Every time I encounter setbacks in an affair, the force behind me becomes more and more powerful. Originally thought, love without reason is pale and thin, and can't stand the test of time. It was not until that moment that I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.

I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and most unrequited love. I am still convinced of this. But as I grow up and mature, I don't say a word about my mother's loving exhortation. Whenever the school organizes to go out to play, I will deal with my mother's instructions while sorting out things. In retrospect, the past dribs and drabs appear in my mind like movies. Looking from the beautiful ripples of the ocean of memory, I suddenly got a shock: why did my childhood admiration for my mother disappear and disappear now? Why did the tall and kind image of my mother in my childhood become wordy now? Why did childhood kindness become serious now? Whenever I ask my mother to go to school alone, my mother always laughs and doesn't answer. Begging hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and wrote her worries on her face when reminding me to pay attention to safety.

Compared with maternal love, my father gave me more love.

If a mother's love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then a father's love is a cup of mellow coffee; If a mother's love is a running stream, then a father's love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad. Mother is sometimes like a lively and kind sister who knows each other, and sometimes like a harsh English female teacher. My father is not a strict father in my mind, but more like a friend and a hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of a foreign land, I felt sad for a year, but the sunset and sunrise never changed. At this moment, when I was looking at my father's smile, I was unconsciously speechless, so that the sunset twilight filled my eyes with tears. If maternal love is a starry night sky in midsummer, then paternal love is a starry sky in the middle of winter. Every time I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. Let me feel that behind those eyes is a big well, full of memories and long-term firm thinking. On the other hand, its appearance shines with modern light, like sunlight shining on the leaves of the outer layer of a tree or between the ripples of a deep lake.

when I was in grade two, I asked my mother to go to school more than once, but she always looked at me lovingly and didn't answer. Gradually, the righteousness became a soft grind and a hard bubble. When my mother finally agreed, my heart was like a wild horse without reins. I breathed more free and fresh air after a lifetime of unrestrained love and freedom, and my little heart had an unprecedented feeling, like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

school is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I didn't find the familiar figure of my parents, and my heart was as excited as a rabbit. The calm appearance tried to hide the excitement. Step by step along the familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short at this time. The moment I took out my key, I suddenly heard the familiar voice in my ear. I was gratified but somewhat ridiculed: "Not bad, I can go home by myself ..."

In this way, I ran between home and school with my feet every day. I have gone through the late spring when a hundred flowers are blooming, the midsummer when the sun is shining, the late autumn when the red leaves are like fire, and the winter when the clothes are wrapped in silver. Year after year, I have stepped through the third grade of ignorance, the fourth grade of innocence, and the fifth grade of pressure.

I remember that in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing and met at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake my sleeping parents, I quietly woke up my classmates in the same room and crept out of the house. A glance back, the whole