In study, work, and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. So how is a general composition written? The following is a composition on the topic of home that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Composition 1 on the topic of home

I have a happy home.

One time in the middle of the night, I was woken up by my father amidst waves of uncomfortable moans. It turned out that I had a fever, and my whole face was red. My mother was busy taking my temperature, and my father was looking for medicine while applying a wet towel on my forehead. My mother gave me medicine. After a while, I felt better and fell asleep again. My mother was still with me and continued to apply a cold water towel to my forehead. I don’t know when my mother fell asleep. In short, the deep dark circles under my mother’s eyes told me the next day: how late my mother slept!

Our house has two bedrooms. A bathroom and a kitchen, as well as an exquisite small dining room. One bedroom is my exclusive pink series: it is filled with pink furniture, a large pink bed, and a large pink bookcase. It is really a princess-level treatment! I am the little princess in the eyes of my parents. Phew! There are many books in the pink bookcase: "Thatched Cottage", "One Hundred Thousand Whys", "Grimm's Fairy Tales"... There is a small hole under the bookcase connected to the desk, yes! It's the desk hole. I call it the "secret base" and it holds some little girl's secrets. There is a relatively small swivel chair in the middle, which is specially used for me to do homework. There is also a bedroom for mom and dad. There is also a bookcase, a bed, and a desk inside. The bathroom is not too big and has a ventilation window, which allows us to enjoy the fresh air flowing outside.

In short, I love my home, and I love my parents even more. Composition 2 on the topic of home

Feng Zikai said: "There is the environment of my hometown, relatives and friends I care about, my own house, my own study, and what I grow with my own hands. Plantains, cherries and grapes.”

After all, this apartment is not my home. Whenever I feel tired of traveling, I miss Yuanyuan Hall in my hometown. There I have the environment of my hometown, my caring relatives and friends, my own house, my own study, and the bananas, cherries and grapes I grew by my own hands.

Although the bed in the apartment did not feel as floating as in the hotel when I slept on it, and the chair in the apartment did not feel as unstable as in the hotel when I sat on the chair, I felt that these furniture were just placed in the apartment. The things on the floor were not as fixed and rooted as the things at home. This feeling of tiredness became stronger, so I left the apartment and returned home. This so-called home is my main residence.

When I returned to my home from my apartment, I felt very at ease. The master came back, Basho bowed, Cherry nodded, and a few leaves dropped from the grape shed to express welcome. Two young children came to hold my clothes, and the old servant was busy cleaning the room. The old wife was busy cooking vegetarian dishes, including stinky dried tofu from her hometown, winter vegetables from her hometown, and red rice from her hometown. Outside the window is the sky of my hometown, and outside the door are pedestrians dressed in Shimenwan soil. Almost all of these pedestrians know each other. There are also the cries of various vendors, all of which are familiar to me.

I feel like I have landed on land from a rocking boat, and now I am down to earth. This is my freest and most permanent home, my destination, my home. I returned home from my apartment feeling very at ease.

——Excerpt from Feng Zikai's "Home" Composition 3 on the topic of home

The campus is a harbor of knowledge, the campus is a joyful paradise, the campus is our happy home, I love me campus, love my class even more.

In the early morning, the golden sunshine shines on the earth, as if it has been put on a coat. In the singing of the birds, our whole class begins another day of study. You see, some students are sitting in their seats and reading loudly, some students are making up for the homework they left yesterday, and some students gather together in groups of three or five to discuss problems, etc. Everyone is full of energy and seems to have started a learning competition. What a diligent and studious class this is!

I remember when I was in the third grade, it was a recess. Our class was almost always reading, resting or doing homework during the recess. While we were studying, a classmate suddenly cried and said: Holding their bellies, the students walked to the crying classmate. Some students asked: "What's wrong with you?" "Are you going to the infirmary?" "Did you feel cold because you didn't cover yourself with a quilt last night? "My stomach is full." The students asked with concern, and then they heard the classmates say: "The head teacher is here!" The classroom immediately became quiet, and there was no sound. At this time, the teacher walked over and asked her. He stroked the classmate's back with his warm hands and asked kindly: "What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the infirmary?" At this time, the monitor handed a cup of hot water to the classmate and said: "It might feel better if you drink a cup of hot water to warm your stomach." About ten minutes later, the classmate's frown relaxed and he smiled. The classmates laughed, and the teacher also smiled.

This is our class, I love my "home". Composition 4 on the topic of home

Everyone has a warm little nest, and the little nest has a warm name - home.

It is home that gives us a warm place to stay, it makes us understand a lot, and it also gives us an extra place to rely on.

My home is warm and I love my home.

At home, you can eat when you are hungry. You don’t have to worry about harassment from others, and you can do what you like with peace of mind. Recently, I have to move because my parents' work needs force me to leave my good friends who I want to eat day and night. On the way to my new home, I thought of my friend who had lived with me for more than ten years, "Home·"

I thought of my little nest, I thought of the study room where I studied, and I remembered the first time I learned from my grandma. The feeling of coming home is so strange and yet so familiar. When I came to my den, I rushed to my den with great excitement. I came out reluctantly, feeling hungry, so I rushed to the restaurant, frantically looking for food, as if I was looking for a taste of home.

Now, I am going to a strange city - the oil field. It takes about thirty minutes to get from your new home to your warm nest.

However, on the way to a new family, but I feel very long, very long. Like a road that never ends. I'm afraid I can't go back to my warm home.

I think the first home can make me feel the warmth of home. However, I left home and lived in a strange environment.

When I got on the bus, I looked at my old friend and said to him: "Goodbye, go home. I will come see you."

Later , I went to my house, the little doorbell came out, but out came a strange face. The taste of home makes people miss it, and people should not abandon it and go home. This reminds me of sweetness, no, I thought it was sour. Essay 5 on the topic of home

I was born in a happy family, with me, my father and my mother at home.

Dad and Mom are like two tall and straight trees, and I am a little bird perched on the tree, hovering over the two big trees.

Two tall trees and a happy bird constitute a happy family. The two trees sheltered the birds from the wind and rain without stopping for a moment. Under the protection of the tree, the little bird grows up healthy, happy and happy day by day.

The love between the two trees for the little bird is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, and the same goes for the little bird. When the two trees are unhappy, the bird makes the tree happy with its cute innocence; when the bird is sad, the tree comforts the bird with its deep love.

Time passes quickly, and the birds grow up quickly. And the two big trees are getting older day by day, because they have paid too much sweat and effort for the bird, and the tree is willing to do everything for the bird.

Time flies so fast. Gradually, the little bird becomes sensible under the protection of the tree. She thanks the tree for everything it has done to her, and she begins to repay the tree, even though it is just some small things.

As time went by, the bird discovered that the tree was so easily moved. Some trivial things will move the tree to tears. Suddenly, the little bird felt that he had grown up and became sensible. She understood how hard Shu worked for her, and she deeply felt that she was so happy and carefree. She understood: nothing could compare with the tree's love for her; nothing could be happier than home; and nothing could be more worthy of her return than the tree.

The little bird smiled happily. She seemed to feel that everywhere was full of tiny cells of love, and these "tiny happiness", under the cohesion of her family, gradually turned into an ocean of happiness.

The little bird couldn't help but sigh: "I am so happy!" Composition 6 on the topic of home

Home is the cradle for every child to grow 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 boils a cup of hot milk for me every morning and always prepares the dishes for me.

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. My parents have a very good relationship and almost never quarrel. My father 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 teacher's contribution, my achievement is 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.

Essay on the topic of home 7

The first social organization that everyone comes into contact with is the family. My home is the most important support for me mentally and emotionally.

This family that I rely on includes my grandma, dad, mom, and me. Everyone plays their own role in the family, and grandma stays at home all day long and is responsible for taking care of the family. Dad and mom are the main breadwinners of the family. And I am the rice insect responsible for the prodigal, enjoying the love and everything that everyone gives me.

The most anticipated moment every day is when everyone gets together for dinner in the evening. At that time, my parents were chatting at the dining table to relieve the stress of the day. Because I was still young, I couldn't understand most of them, but when they laughed, I would laugh along with them, showing that I was very integrated with them. Although they also know that I can’t understand, they know that I am trying my best to cooperate with them and join them, so they will change the topic related to me so that I can understand and participate in the discussion. I miss the warmth and gatherings at that time very much.

After that, I started going to school, and I began to feel academic pressure. I started doing homework every day when I got home. I began to fear doing homework and reject the time after returning home. Even so, every dinner time is still the most enjoyable time for me. Sitting at the dining table, I talk about all the things that happen on campus every day. Including what I saw and heard, my joys and sorrows, every moment I shared with my family at the dinner table gave me a beautiful outlet for my growth process and gave me more stability.

Now, because of my daily tutoring, I can’t have dinner with my family every day, but the love from my parents is still everywhere, and I am still full of warmth when I eat dinner alone. Because I have my family as my backing, I have nothing to fear. Because of my family, I am warm and invincible. Composition 8 on the topic of home

Home is warm and harmonious, and our class has a feeling of home. There are naughty classmates, quiet classmates, funny classmates and considerate classmates in the class. They are like brothers and sisters with different personalities.

I remember that once I was wronged at home. After I got to school, I still felt aggrieved when I thought about it. Tears welled up in my eyes. I lay on the table and the more I thought about it, the sadder and angrier I became. , and couldn't help crying anymore. My deskmate saw me crying and rushed to comfort me. He was often against me, but now he came to comfort me, which made me feel very touched. People around me saw me crying and came to comfort me. The squad leader also came over and asked me what was going on. I shook my head to hold back my tears and told her it was okay. She was still there to persuade me. I felt much better when I saw so many people caring about me, and at the same time I was a little touched. When my classmates saw that I stopped crying, they returned to their seats to work. The monitor patted my shoulder, comforted me, wiped my tears, and told me some truths.

The students not only care about each other, but also respect the teacher, and the teacher also loves us. On Children's Day, as soon as the teacher entered the room, the students all gave their own snacks and fruits to the teacher. Some also gave a particularly large watermelon and a small cake. The teacher cut the watermelon and gave it to us. We all ate and laughed together, told each other stories and shared snacks. For a few minutes, I even really thought of the class as my real home.

In this class, everyone can study happily, help each other, and give me love and warmth. We must be "family" forever. Composition 9 on the topic of home

"I'm moving to a new home!" One day, I said to myself excitedly. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, our family will move from a two-bedroom and one-living house to a three-bedroom and two-living house. On this day, I happily went to see my new home with my parents.

When you walk into the community gate, you will find that this community is different. Rows of flowers, plants and trees are arranged neatly in the community, like soldiers on standby; when they come to the river, people are walking leisurely, some old people are practicing Tai Chi, some young people are dancing, and some The children are still dancing with rubber bands, etc., creating a lively atmosphere; in front of the clubhouse, there is an artificial fountain with splashing water, like naughty children, splashing water all over you, and like young people. Dancing, so passionate and unrestrained. The clattering sound seemed to be a wonderful concerto; there was a large parking lot where various vehicles were parked in an orderly manner, unlike the original community where parking was everywhere. Such a good community environment made me fall in love with it before I even entered the house.

I went upstairs and stepped into the house. I was so happy that I was almost "crazy"! In the living room, there is a 37-inch LCD color TV, a luxurious sofa, a "Haier" air conditioner, a marble coffee table, etc. Then walking into the kitchen, there is a natural gas stove, a beautiful disinfecting cupboard, and wow, there is a small balcony at the end of the kitchen. There is also a "Haier" washing machine in the balcony. Then I walked into my room, yo! What lovely sheets and quilts, there is a bookshelf... There are also a master room, a guest room, and a large balcony. I was really fascinated by them.

I thought to myself: We have such a comfortable living environment all because of the party’s care! Today happens to be the successful convening of the 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. I think that only under the correct leadership of the party can the people's lives be "blooming and growing"! Composition 10 on the topic of home

On Saturday, my parents and I went to my grandma and grandpa’s house. Grandma and grandpa returned to Zichuan, and we were going to see her.

That day, we bought some things and were ready to set off. On the way, I looked here and there. After waiting for a long time, we finally arrived at my grandma’s house. We also walked on the mountain road for a while, and there were things everywhere. It's the sound of a dog barking. After a while, I arrived near my grandma’s house, and I shouted: Grandma! Then he came out to pick me up. After I went, I first looked at my grandma’s dog, Huanhuan, and then at the tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants and other vegetables that my grandma grew, and then I sat down with peace of mind.

After a while, grandma and I wanted to look for cicadas. We climbed up a mountain and started looking for cicadas. After a long time, no one was found. I was very disappointed. Grandma turned over a stone and found a small scorpion underneath. We put it in a jar to keep it. As soon as we got down, grandpa prepared the meal, and we started eating. We tied the dog next to him, and the dog kept barking. It seemed that he was hungry.

After we finished our meal, we strolled in the yard for a while and then went in to watch TV. After watching it for about half an hour, I started to fall asleep.

In the morning, the air is very good, the sky is blue, and the birds are singing happily. As soon as we arrived in the yard, grandma and grandpa started to work. Grandma was picking vegetables and grandpa was planting vegetables. I would play with Huanhuan for a while. After a while, my parents got up, we had breakfast, and grandma and grandpa continued to work. My parents and I chatted together. Time passed quickly. We had lunch together. After lunch, we started I took a nap, got up, got ready, and then went home. Composition 11 on the topic of home

Home is a warm place and a beautiful song. Love is the main theme and harmony is the accompaniment of love. The home of a snail is very small, just a screw shell, while the home of a star is very large, a vast and boundless universe. Although my home is ordinary, it carries my dreams, my expectations and longings...

My home is a haven from the wind. Rieux once said: "Family is not only the residence of the body, but also the sustenance of the soul." The process of growing up was bumpy and tortuous, and family became my strong backing and only reliance. I am like a sailboat wandering in the sea. Although it went smoothly at the beginning, the wind was bright and the sun was shining. But when the storm came, the lonely sailboat began to look confused and at a loss. When she began to face the sudden disaster with pessimism and despair, a lighthouse lit up not far away and she discovered the harbor. So, he mustered up his strength, raised the sail of hope, and gradually approached the harbor. Among them, the lighthouse is the mother's kind face, and the harbor is the father's solid arms. It's them! They protected my fragile heart and rekindled my vision and expectations for the future. My home - the cradle of growth. I was born in an ordinary family. Since childhood, love has gradually deepened in my heart. Dickens once said: "The most troublesome thing in the world is to look down upon one's own home." But I have no regrets about my home. My home is the most precious treasure in my life.

Home is also a dream, a special dream that is both real and sweet. I will stick to this dream. No matter where I go in the future, I will always carry this dream with me and never abandon it. ! Composition 12 on the topic of home

Today at noon, after dinner, I dropped the bowl and went to the bookcase to look for a book to read. When my mother saw it, she immediately came over and said to me: "I don't know how to clean the bathroom!" I was looking for a book, so she said: "Wait a minute!"

After I looked for the book, I went to clean the bathroom. , then, I picked up the book and was about to read it. Unexpectedly, what I picked up was a comic book. It happened that my mother saw her, and she started to scold: "The living room is not clean, so I read comic books every day!"

I didn't want to pay attention to her, so I held the broom in my left hand and the broom in my right hand. He walked to the living room holding a dustpan. For some reason, my mother started to blame me again: "Can't you help the adults with some work? What are you mumbling about when you are just doing work?" Then she snatched the broom and dustpan away, and then she said while sweeping : "You want to tire adults to death, right? You're not as good as your sister! Your sister sometimes sweeps the floor!"

I didn't say anything and went to the bookcase to find books. My mother said, "Whatever I'm looking for, I know how to read comic books! I don't know how to clean the living room floor..." I said, "You only said to clean the bathroom, not the living room." At this time, my mother was like a volcano. As if erupting, he said: "Why do you have eyes? You look like an emperor every day! I serve you every day, are you so happy?" Mom is so annoying! Is this all my fault?

After thinking for a while, I prepared to do my homework. However, my sister was there blocking me. I asked my sister to get up, but she couldn't bear it. I pulled her and she started crying. When my sister cries, my mother comes over and beats me. I said: "What's wrong with me taking my homework?" Mom said: "You can't take it from the side?..." Mom! You are too biased!

I ignored her, and she ignored me. A family conflict unfolded like this.

How annoying! Essay on the topic of family 13

Family tradition is the behavioral norms formed by a family in the inheritance from generation to generation. Each family has its own family tradition and family motto. A good family tradition will have a profound impact on future generations and is of great significance. For example, the famous sayings about family governance in the "Zhu Xi Family Instructions" and "Zeng Guofan Family Letters" in the Qing Dynasty are still highly respected by the world. For an ordinary family, a few simple and unpretentious admonitions can reveal the family's family management tradition. In the past, when Spring Festival couplets were posted during the New Year, many families posted "Loyalty spreads far, farming and studying will last forever." I think this is a good example. A good family tradition. A person must be honest, trustworthy, and trustworthy. Farming and reading require us to be self-reliant, diligent, and study hard, and not to get something for nothing. Another couplet, "There is nothing better than doing good deeds to support the family, and studying to boost the family's reputation" warns us that we must be kind, successful in learning, and serving society is the family's expectation. The tradition passed down by my family's ancestors is "loyalty, diligence and thrift to establish a career, accumulation of virtue and good deeds, and harmony and friendship with neighbors." The admonition for the life principles of the children is: "Respect the elderly, do good deeds and filial piety first. Be honest and do your duty, do not neglect good deeds because they are small, and do not do evil because they are small. Do not be greedy for unexpected wealth, and do not cause harm. Human heart. You must study hard and cultivate your character. Don’t be arrogant when you win and don’t be discouraged when you lose.”

Family tradition is tradition, family tradition is righteousness, and family tradition is virtue. May this simple family tradition continue from generation to generation, inspire us, establish our life values, serve the society, and contribute to the society. Composition 14 on the topic of home

Five thousand years, just a few decades, when it comes to human growth, it is only a few dozen spring and autumn years; when it comes to life, it is short, every minute, every second, day and night clearly visible. From the time we can remember, the last thing we can't ignore is home.

I often think about what is home? Some people say that home is a place that asks for warmth from parents; home is a wine glass full of warmth and happiness waiting to be tasted; home is a hut in the wind and rain, and home is a cup of hot water in the heavy snow. Home is just a word, but it has experienced many disturbing worldly feelings. In this world, it is the warmest place to go after experiencing the hustle and bustle.

My childhood home was like the cradle that nurtured my growth. At that time, I could point at the planes in the sky on my father’s back and marvel at them, and listen to stories in my mother’s arms at night. In their spare time, a family of three sits together, drawing pictures that others cannot understand, and singing songs that others cannot understand.

As I grow older, my father’s tall body can no longer tolerate my mischief. My mother is busy with more and more things throughout the day, but the warmth of the family remains the same. When I encounter setbacks in my studies, they will be the first to encourage me to achieve good results; when I encounter things that don’t go my way, my parents will enlighten me and give me enough confidence and courage. Day after day, all the achievements I have achieved cannot be separated from the warmth of home. Home is my safe haven when I encounter storms on the road to progress.

Home is very simple, simple but also rich in content. Even a book, a letter, or a photo at home can tell a story about home. When you are lonely, home is a beacon in the dark and an oasis in the desert. When you make a mistake, home is the rain and dew of understanding and the embrace of comfort. Home is a lifelong concern, and it takes us a lifetime to perceive and understand it. Composition 15 on the topic of home

Counting the newly fallen sycamore flowers, "one, two, three..." Each one is something that I have pursued so persistently but have been rejected intentionally or unintentionally. The trampled white dream. The sky gradually darkened, neither red nor purple nor black nor white. Just like my inexplicable mood, the lights in the distance turned on, and the hurried pedestrians may be rushing home.

"Home?", there was an unspeakable feeling in my heart. For many years, I have been dreaming about a home full of love and laughter, but now I have to go back to that home that is full of love but not a real one.

How many times have I seen a girl about the same age as me sweetly showing off to her parents, enjoying the warmth of the family together, and my broken heart is inevitably filled with sadness, and the dream After waking up, I am always accompanied by a tear-stained pillow and a solitary lamp. How many times have the girls in my group boasted about how happy their birthdays were and how cute Bai's toys were, my sad heart was filled with envy. I hope that one day, my parents will bring me a surprise. I hope that one day, my parents will give me a blessing and a warm blessing on the candlelight night of my birthday. < How many times have I experienced another disappointment after every eager expectation? My already cold and weak heart has become even more fragile. The moment I felt that I was so unfamiliar with my parents, I realized that my beautiful dream had been completely shattered.

I know that all of this is my fault. If I didn’t insist on coming to my grandma’s house, maybe it wouldn’t be like this now. If I didn’t leave this home, maybe it wouldn’t be like this now. I am also enjoying the happiness that also belongs to me. If... if... the sycamore flowers fall down again.

One, two, three...