Beautiful Jiangxi My Home 7 Essay 700 Words

Some people say: home is like a quiet harbor, sheltering us from the wind and rain; home is like a cozy cradle, so that we spend a good childhood; she is the home of the soul, the source of happiness, with a small family, there is a big family. Living at home for eleven years, I really feel the meaning of this sentence, I love my home, more love my family.　　There are four people in my family, my father, my mother, my brother and I. We are very happy and talk and laugh every day. My dad is a workaholic and only knows how to work all day long. Whenever my mom calls my dad after dinner and asks him if he's coming home for dinner, my dad always says he'll be right home, but in the end, he always makes my mom heat up the food over and over again before my dad comes back home in the middle of the night. When he came home, he didn't rush to eat, but always came to me and my brother to ask us about our studies.　　Mom is a kind housewife and office worker. Whenever I come home, I always have a delicious meal. Whenever my mom comes home, she adds happiness and joy to the house. As soon as she came home, she would turn on the TV or DVD and listen to music while doing her chores, and the way she did her chores was like dancing. It often made my brother and I laugh. She also cares a lot about my studies. If I have a problem I can't do, my mom will be by my side to explain it to me. She is also very serious, if I do something wrong, my mother will harshly criticize me, although I am sometimes angry, but I know from the bottom of my heart, my mother beat me to criticize me is for my own good, so I do not bother.　　My brother, who has a white complexion and a touch of gentleness in his features, is the object of my mother's frequent education! He's the one my mom always teaches me about. Why is that? He's good at everything, both at school and at home. Whenever my mom compares him to me, I always stare at him so hard that I want to eat him. But he always helped me out and told mom to talk less about me. Hmph, this is like my brother, otherwise, one day I have to tear him into several pieces!　　Speaking of me ah, cherry-like mouth, face with a pair of deep dimples, can sing and dance! Although the mouth is a little greedy, love to play a little temper, but this can not stop my father, mother, brother's love for me. I'm the little princess of the family! But I love them too, it's true!　　I will always love my home! I have a warm and happy home, in which there is love and joy everywhere. Dad's humor and mom's kindness make our home even warmer. One sunny morning, my mom and dad and I took an overnight train to Beijing, the capital city. As soon as we arrived, we heard the good news that there was a "Family Competition" game next to the Happy Supermarket on the North Ring Road, which started at nine o'clock. My mom and dad and I hurriedly put our stuff in the hotel and went to register. The game was about to start! The first game: parents put their children in the middle, legs tied with a rope, three people walk together, the first family to reach the end of the victory. Ready, a gunshot, my parents and I quickly rushed to the finish line, because I walk the law always and my parents are not a place, my parents simply put me up to go. Haha, really cool, really like flying general feeling, I look back, the other families are still far away from us, immediately to the finish line. I'm going to the finish line soon! We won the first game! I was so happy. The second round: relay race, parents and children running, one after another, the first to finish of course, the victory! Mom and I let Dad stand in the first place because he was the fastest runner, I stood in the second place, and Mom stood in the last place. Dad runs every day. Now, running is like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts for him - a piece of cake. When it was my turn, I sprinted forward like a brave swallow and opened up the distance for my mom, so it would be much easier for her to run. The work was done, and we still won the second game! I was highly excited. Game 3: Telepathy, Parent Gesture Child Guess. This is a game to test whether the hearts of parents and children are compatible with each other. At the beginning of the game, my mom and dad nervously gesticulated and I nervously guessed. I don't know whether it was because our cards were too simple or I was too smart, but I guessed all the words in a short time and got them all right! At that moment, the host announced that the winner of the "Family Competition" was the Metal Sara T's family (when I signed up, the host asked me to give my family a name, so I gave it to her)! I was so excited that I jumped up and down, and when I looked at my mom and dad, who were all sweaty and red, my dad laughed, my mom laughed, and I couldn't be happier. I approached my mom and dad and used my soft little hands to help them dry off their sweat. The bystanders all applauded and congratulated us. After receiving our prizes, we were happy as birds, hugged it and went back to the hotel. This game made me feel the perfection of this home, the warmth of this home, the coziness of this home, the joy of this home, and how wonderful everything in this home is! Ah! I love my home, I love this loving home! Sailing ships, the ultimate destination is the harbor; far away from the birds, eternal attachment is the forest, whether it is hastily returned or hastily left the traveler, the heart of the place is always in mind - home. A room, dad, mom and I will form my home. I love my home. My heavenly home gives me joy and happiness, like an ageless spring; my heavenly home gives me pink memories, like a colorful photo album. I opened this photo album, recalling a joyful tour, and mom and dad together to enjoy the tall willow waving fluttering sadness and lingering; snow-white clouds fluttering when the ease and spontaneity; colorful flowers "dance" when the thousands of forms ...... We enjoy all that nature has given us. We enjoy all that nature has given us. However, all of this is because I have a home. It gives me a carefree life, which is my dream. My home has given me unforgettable experiences; walking happily through childhood, through adolescence, and vigorously towards youth. I love my home. Home is the harbor of the soul. When I wear a tired dust, dragging two legs like lead, always from the clutter of the brain to pull out a word - home. Knocking on the door of the familiar home, in front of my eyes (the world's most beautiful flower - parents' smile; then floated is the world's most melodious rhythm - parents' voice. All of a sudden all the tiredness disappears, a warm current flows all over the body. I don't know when, under the desk lamp to study my homework next to me has a cup of steaming milk, milk emits a strong flavor, seems to be the parents of the strong love. I savored it, and finally a wave of warmth came to my heart. Home brings warmth, flowing affection. I love my home. Home is a beautiful beginning, gave me the confidence of victory. When I was chagrined, a firm word of encouragement from my dad, "Let it go, don't hold on to it, put all the unhappiness behind you, regroup and meet a new day, a new challenge." When I was in pain, my parents' warm smiles gave me confidence. Mom used to say, "Smile weakly and leave it for evil, and you will see evil, shivering, for what evil fears most is a smile in the face of truth." I have engraved every word of encouragement from my parents in my heart, and when I fall, I turn it into sunny assistance; when I am confused, I turn it into waves of courage; and when I am lost, I turn it into breezy comfort. I love you, my home! One person can't put together a home; two people put together a home; three people put together a complete home; four people put together a happy home. My happy home consists of my dad, mom, brother and me together, and I live happily ever after in this happy garden. Father's LoveI am a treasure in my dad's eyes, and he will never allow anyone to hurt his treasure. Even if sometimes it is the fault of this piece of treasure - "Why did you steal my cake? Why did you steal my cake? The almost thunderous roar ran into my ears. I scratched my ear and said, "Ugh, don't be so petty. A small piece of cake why such a big fire, besides, what makes you say that I ate it, the judge also need evidence to decide the case!" My brother was so angry that he found a judge to give him a reason. Unfortunately, my brother was unlucky to find a "very strict" judge, "Dad, look at my little sister, she turned into a mouse and stole my cake." Dad's eyes narrowed into a slit, pretending to be strict, "You honestly say that you ate it? "I'm not guilty, why would I steal it? You forget that I ate that toothache, please I do not eat, why do I have to go to the dark to eat it?" "Well" Dad nodded "reasonable, son ah you got it wrong, your sister will not steal food, will you eat and forget it?" My brother's eyes widened, and he must have regretted finding such a "strict" judge, and ran out with his head down. Dad pressed the iron head, "you"! I became a cup of warm water in my mom's heart, warm in her hands, but sometimes chilling her. "You come here." Mom said angrily to me: "Why are you still stealing your brother's, your father's not all for you? Didn't this tooth hurt all night for that? Why don't you learn from your mistakes?" Mom began her theory of education. Why didn't Mom become an educator? This way she can save the lesser children who have lost their way! I thought to myself. "Son! You should not do this, if you want to eat you tell mom, mom buy for you, but not like this ah!" I am a person is to eat softly, but not hard, can not tolerate the mom so lowly voice "begged" me, had to promise to go to the old brother to make amends to the money. Brother's music "brother, I'm sorry, I should not steal your food." "Haha, how come our eldest daughter also apologized to the maid. How rare." Older brother has a wicked smile on his face. "I'm sorry." I deliberately raised my voice. "It's okay, it's okay." No way when did this adulterer go from good to bad, must still have bad ideas. "This month's bowls and clothes will trouble you, old sister, you really think of brother!" Alas, it's all because of my mouth that I changed myself from a young lady to a servant. I forgot to say that I'm just a piece of clay in my brother's eyes, he can do whatever he wants. I'm sorry. My happy family is made up of a "kind" dad, a "fickle" mom, a "cute" brother and a "naughty" me. "I can't have one without the other! "Chan Chan, what do you want to eat tomorrow night?" "Well ------ I'd like to eat beer duck the most, and have some pork chop soup -------" "OK, buy it tomorrow." "Don't forget, drink the milk before going to school, a glass of milk can strengthen a nation! Stick with it and you'll be taller than your dad!" Mom repeated the same question every day without getting tired of it, while I got all kinds of answers every day. Eat dinner mom like magic to the dishes presented in front of my eyes, making me salivate ------- humorous dad often while tasting food while also criticizing mom too "spoiled" me, according to this eating, the family will soon have a "financial crisis"! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Mom pretended to be angry and said: "My place I do the main! Chan Chan at noon in the cafeteria to eat, the food standard is average, come back and then do not make up for a complement, the size of the long but you, after the interview for the military academy can not pass, see how you?" Dad still smiled and responded: "I only heard that children in Japan drink milk to enhance their physical fitness and increase their height. It seems that I have not heard of eating beer duck, KFC ------- also grow in size, maybe the more you grow fatter oh!" "Shut your crow's mouth, from tomorrow onwards you father and son early exercise, enhance physical fitness and not fat, two birds with one stone!" Dang! It seems that after the dad and my lazy completely soaked, mom in order to facilitate the supervision, but also posted on the wall table, each responsible for their own. Hey, it seems that mom this time to really! Another very ordinary day, in accordance with past practice, I came home from school, the first thing is to pan the rice, the rice first cook up, and then write homework, waiting for mom to come home to do the dishes. Six o'clock to, it is time for mom to come back, whenever this time, I will always pay special attention to listen to the sound of the door, suddenly, "snap ------" from the alley came from the rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes, the sound is getting closer and closer, more and more clear, perhaps telepathy, perhaps mother and son, perhaps smelled the beer duck I rushed to open the door,--------, and it was really mom! The kitchen will soon come "dong dong dong dong" sound of cutting vegetables, vegetables "pouncing times" into the frying pan sound, "bone lulu" dishes cooked roll sound; intertwined into a natural kitchen symphony! ------ square table with three dishes and one soup, I, my father, my mother sat together to enjoy a delicious dinner, the aroma of pork chop soup filled the upper part of the table, but also warmed my heart, happy and cozy family of three came bursts of laughter. Brief comments: Harmony flows in nature, happiness blooms in the details! Part I: I love my home dusk evening was covered with darkness, the storm is coming, at this moment, the heart is only left with a **** the same wish - to go home.　　In the place where the sun rises in the sky, there is a bright light shining on you, that magical light, with a different kind of warmth.　　Home, it is not only in your injury, comforting you: home, it is also in your difficulties, guiding you.　　"Home" is a plain and simple word, but it can reveal care, it can instantly soothe my fragile heart.　　"It's getting cold, put on more clothes," the same words are repeated every day, but they contain the warmth of home.　　Remember that ordinary trivia, one step at a time, looking back to find that it is so fulfilling and so reminiscent of ...... "Baby, eat." A more ordinary words, full of a mother's love for her family, which comes from the family, from loved ones, from the love of blood thicker than water; looking at the fragrant rice, cold no longer exists, but also seems to have never appeared, and even outside the window whistling with the cold wind also do not feel vaguely down.　　At night, and the question number in the battle I heard footsteps, is so light, seems to not want me to listen to, at the end of the father handed a cup of hot tea, the face does not bring any smile, but from the moment he turned around, clearly from the pair of sidelong glance saw a trace of worry ...... I love my home, because home is the source of my power.　　I love my home because it is the oasis of my life.　　Fiery red is my maple leaves are blown by the wind fluttering up, bewitching dance, flowers look up at the night, looking back askance at the story of the day ...... The wind lightly arashi over, surrounded by becoming cold, but the house in front of the house exudes lingering love, deep love ...... I love my home. The warmth that even the setting sun not only envies, but also the coziness that even the dark night praises.　　Sighing at the poignant misfortune of The Snow Maiden, I also celebrated the favor of the heavens on me. I love my home, the warmth of this home and the four seasons of the sky.　　The starry sky presents a mesmerizing beauty, intoxicating and evocative, but I just want to say one sentence: "I love my home". Part II: I love my home my home, and many families in the world is almost the same, is a warm home, a comfortable home, a happy family of four, but also the animal house, why? Because my family has its own characteristics, want to hear it? Listen to me slowly.　　My mom is a clever and lively "bunny", very kind to people. I remember one time, I took an exam paper much worse than usual to my mom to sign. My mom didn't scold me, but touched my head and discussed the questions with me. With my mom's help, I soon figured it out and was relieved. Voila! Mom is really a good-tempered rabbit!　　It was my dad's turn to shine. Dad is a humorous and knowledgeable "dragon spirit". His humor, coupled with the funny expressions on his face, was enough to make me "fall over". At the same time, he was a good father who cared about me. At home, I often have discussions with my dad, and it's strange how clear my mind becomes at these moments!　　Next, it's time to talk about my silly, cute "little snake". I'm a witty person, but sometimes I can be silly and cute. I remember once, I was doing my homework, suddenly I was stuck on a word, so I ran to ask my dad: "How do you write the 'ji' in 'funny'?" After hearing this, my father showed a look of surprise and said, "No way? You've forgotten?" I still looked at him stupidly. Dad slapped himself on the head and passed out. I thought for a moment and pulled out my dictionary. "Oh! That's how it's written!"　　Next! Is my sister "calf", alas, the calf has a cow's temper, that is a "stubborn", and her talk, you will be surprised how she is young, but speak so well, people feel ashamed to be inferior to ah! Sister can be regarded as the treasure of the family, what interesting things almost all with her. She also likes to dance, nothing to do there to shake her butt and stretch her hands. Look, she's dancing again, and her pigtails are so cute!　　My "animal family" is very interesting, isn't it? I love this cozy home full of laughter.　　I love my home! Article 3: I love my home, is a warm flavor, is the taste of happiness, is the taste of sour. Home is a strong love. "Hahahahaha ......" This is our family of three gathered around the TV set in front of the happy. When there is happiness, mom and dad always share it with me; but when there is difficulty, mom and dad always hide it from me. Everywhere in the home is the parents with hard sweat in exchange for, every place is hiding a flavor - warmth.　　That day I saw a "left-behind children's wishes" program.　　I realized how happy I was. I was impressed by a seven-year-old boy whose parents left for work when he was three years old and did not return for four years. The boy couldn't even remember what his parents looked like. It was almost New Year's Eve when the program was broadcast, and the little boy's wish was: Dad, mom come back for New Year's Eve, I miss you no more. The boy wrote on the wish card with a rough hand that didn't match his age. I looked at my parents again, I don't have to think of my parents' faces in my blurred memories, I don't have to miss my parents in my tattered memories; I can see my parents every day. I suddenly realized that my parents and my home are my inexhaustible happiness.　　When I was a child, I was always sick, my family was very poor at that time, and I heard my mother say that when I was a child, I was sick on time, when my parents paid me, when I was sick. I remember my mother telling me that when I was a child, my family once used a gas can to cook hot pot, and in the middle of the night, I suffocated so much that my face turned blue and I didn't breathe. My father got up in a hurry, put on his cotton pants inside out, and rode his motorcycle to get me a doctor, and it was still winter. Dad said he did not even feel out of the cold at that time, I do not into the nose a sour, this is the father's love. Yes, my father is always like this never words, let me sometimes even can not feel the father's love. But the wrinkles on my father's face are all carved up by the sorrows of life. Warmth, happiness, bitterness three flavors mixed together, will become a strong love, is the parents of my love, is my love for home.　　Home is a harbor from the wind and rain, is the Eden of love. I - love - my - home! Part IV: I love my home Some people say: home is like a quiet harbor, sheltering us from the wind and rain; home is like a cozy cradle, so that we spend a good childhood; she is the home of the soul, the source of happiness, with a small family, there is a big family. Living at home for eleven years, I really feel the meaning of this sentence, I love my home, more love my family.　　There are four people in my family, my father, my mother, my brother and I. We are very happy and we talk and laugh every day. My dad is a workaholic and only knows how to work all day long. Whenever my mom calls my dad after dinner and asks him if he's coming home for dinner, my dad always says he'll be right home, but in the end, he always makes my mom heat up the food over and over again before my dad comes back home in the middle of the night. When he came home, he didn't rush to eat, but always came to me and my brother to ask us about our studies.　　Mom is a kind housewife and office worker. Whenever I come home, I always have a delicious meal. Whenever my mom comes home, she adds happiness and joy to the house. As soon as she came home, she would turn on the TV or DVD and listen to music while doing her chores, and the way she did her chores was like dancing. It often made my brother and I laugh. She also cares a lot about my studies. If I have a problem I can't do, my mom will be by my side to explain it to me. She is also very serious, if I do something wrong, my mother will harshly criticize me, although I am sometimes angry, but I know from the bottom of my heart, my mother beat me to criticize me is for my own good, so I do not bother.　　My brother, who has a white complexion and a touch of gentleness in his features, is the object of my mother's frequent education! He's the one my mom always teaches me about. Why is that? He's good at everything, both at school and at home. Whenever my mom compares him to me, I always stare at him so hard that I want to eat him. But he always helped me out and told mom to talk less about me. Hmph, this is like my brother, otherwise, one day I have to tear him into several pieces!　　Speaking of me ah, cherry-like mouth, face with a pair of deep dimples, can sing and dance! Although the mouth is a little greedy, love to play a little temper, but this can not stop my father, mother, brother's love for me. I'm the little princess of the family! But I love them too, it's true!　　I will always love my home! There are three bugs in my family: my mom, my dad and me.　　"Once I came home from school, I saw my mom sighing at the computer, and I asked, "What's wrong?" "My picture!" I asked, "What's wrong?" "I helped someone else P-Picture half a day.... Didn't save it.... Just turned it off!" I secretly snickered, this kind of thing happens to her all the time. I remember one time, she came back from the supermarket and yelled as soon as she walked in the door, "Ah! I left my umbrella at the supermarket!" And she explained with round eyes, "I can't be considered confused this time, I know I left my umbrella at the supermarket!" Dad and I both laughed.... "That's not confusing!"　　"Chess Bug" - Dad: My dad is a chess lover and when he's playing chess, he can't hear anything mom and I say. Once, he was playing chess with someone on the Internet when my mom and I called him for dinner. He promised repeatedly, "Right away! Right away!" After waiting for half a day and not seeing anything, mom said, "Let's eat first! Leave him alone!" When we cleaned up the dishes and watched TV, he had almost finished playing chess and asked us, "Do you want to eat?" You see! What a real chess bug. That's right! Isn't it true that when Dad is playing chess, he'll say yes to anything I ask? I'll have to try that next time! Oh~ "Stinky Bug"-me: I'm a bit wrong to say I stink! My mom has been calling me a stinky egg since I was a kid, but what is it about me that stinks? Probably.... My feet! Every time I come home from school, my feet can always smoke my mom to the point of wailing, "Ah! Why do they smell so bad!" And rush me to wash my feet. If Dad was home, I would have said, "Look, it's Dad who's close to you, the stench is coming from him! Dad would have said, "It's not me!" ....... So it became a war of the three, but the ultimate winner had to be mom, either driving me into the bathroom or dad into the bathroom.　　The three bugs in my house are pretty special, aren't they! I love my home! Part 6: I love my home, which can give people a warm feeling, and can make people full of self-confidence and pick themselves up from failure. However home is the most important pillar of people in any place.　　I have a cozy home, my home is neither as wide and luxurious as a high-rise house, nor as old and shabby as a house in a country village. Every day our house is cleaned up, thanks to my mom. Every day I get to eat sweet and savory meals, and that's all because of Dad. And what credit do I have? It is to bring pleasant laughter to this family!　　I remember when I was in the second grade, to go to school before, my mother always packs my schoolbag for me, help me carry my backpack, tidy up my clothes, and instructed me to say: "Go to school to study hard, and in the future make contributions to the country ......" I always naughty promise: I always naughty yes: "En". I didn't realize that every word contained my mother's expectations of me.　　To the sixth grade, I think I have grown up, want to ride a bicycle to school, but my father said to me: "Now outside the traffic is chaotic, you ride a bicycle to school how unsafe." After I heard that, I felt that it was my dad who made me feel the infinite care of parents for their children, which is a treasure that can't be bought even with money.　　Now I'm in my first year, I'm a middle school student, but every morning, my dad makes a cup of milk for me, so that I can replenish my nutrients. Although it is a small cup of milk, but this sends my father's concern for me, my selfless love, really "thousands of miles to send goose feather, gift light love", I was touched by this strong true love.　　Once, I memorized "memory of reading" this text selection, how can not memorize. At this time, my mother came, she told me, memorize the text by rote is not possible, to master the trick. She told me that it was better to memorize the text than to learn it by heart, and that I had to learn the tricks of the trade! I followed my mom's method of memorizing, and I memorized the text in one go. Thanks to my mom's method, she's so nice!　　"A child traveling a thousand miles is worried about his mother" and "A loving mother's thread in her hand, a wandering son's clothes on his back." These are all praises of father's and mother's love. Fully embodies the selflessness, greatness and simplicity of parental love.　　Shouldn't I study hard and get good grades to repay my parents? At the same time, I also want to repay my parents for giving me this cozy home!　　I love my family, love every member of the family, love my home! Hope to adopt, thank you