Home, the word since childhood is not strange, is a wandering outside the wanderer always miss the place, is a can let you dock at any time the harbor, is a not extinguish the warmth of the bright light, always let us feel comfortable.
Never intentionally to define what is considered home, because I understand that I have two homes, "everyone" in Jiangsu, "small home" in Shenzhen. I love both homes, but the meaning of love is different, the former is more like a kind of hazy feeling, a kind of fuzzy disappointment, as if forever stationed in a corner of the heart, very eternal. The latter is a usual warm and solid feeling, a clear sense of solidity, as if always in front of the eyes, very comfortable.
These years have not been back to everyone, there are many reasons, I am always a little lost, because the New Year's grand and festive in the "everyone" to reflect, only more strongly let me rejoice. So this year, again to the end of the year period, I have to say: "home for the New Year, back to 'everyone' for the New Year!" Powerful, firm and real.
Thinking back to the past back to "everyone" New Year's Eve, always let me have a very intimate feeling, a lingering nostalgia. From the boarding of the train home, I was excited to look out of the window with joy at the changing scenery, but the heart of the home is always the same. The pure snow, the cold wind, the vast sea, the familiar smell of steamed bread, always filled my brain, always let me never stop missing. I miss the redness of the doorway, the majesty of the rooster's crow, the popping of the firecrackers, the ease and joy of New Year's Eve, and the feeling of New Year's Eve.
Why do I prefer to go back to everyone for New Year's Eve? Why do you like that a few years only ten days to stay? I think, because there are many of my beloved relatives, I love to share with them the joy of New Year's Eve, share the warmth of the reunion of loved ones, and share that lasting eternal love.
Long-distance phone calls, when I said "home for New Year's", the seventy-year-old grandmother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but I know, always know, as if I also saw the love of the face blossomed out of a smile of splendor.
2. to go home as the topic of writing a compositionWhenever I think of this incident, I feel both funny and regret, because of this incident, I have become the family teatime conversation in the "protagonist"!
Things are like this, one day after school, I routinely put the key to the door in the bag of the pouch, at this time I found that the pouch broke a hole, simply tied a rope, and then hung around the neck, all OK! When I got home, I felt the key around my neck, but it wasn't there. Where did it go? Where did the keys go? I should have put them in my bag just now, right? I put down the bag, searching, the key seems to be in the world "evaporated" like, how can not find. Oh no! I suddenly realized that I had lost the key! Because the bag has a hole, I think, should be dropped on the road, or put on the school desk, go to look for it, if you are lucky, you should be able to find. I couldn't think too much, I ran to the school. On the way, I searched almost everywhere I could find the key, but I couldn't find it. So, with a glimmer of hope, I came to the school and searched all the corridors and classrooms, but there was not even a shadow of the key. I had to go home in disappointment. As I walked, I thought: If I go back and run into my dad, I'll definitely get a scolding. Thinking, thinking, unknowingly returned to the door of the house, unexpectedly and a person collided, looked up, it was dad. "Dad." I instinctively called out, due to the guilt in my heart, I looked a little panicked. "What's wrong? Looking all disoriented." "No, nothing." I was still a little nervous and looked a little stuttered as I answered my dad. "Oh, it's good that it's nothing, just now when I saw your school bag and red scarf left at the door, I thought you were hijacked! What, where did you go to play again?"
I was even more nervous in my heart, sweating profusely, and suddenly felt that there was something on my back that made me itch, so I reached out to scratch the itch.
"Huh, what is it?" I took the "thing" down and looked at it! Isn't this the key I've been looking for so hard? Think of just for this key to get exhausted, fear, even ran to the back, think of it and angry and funny.
"Hey! Kid, you still do not go to do homework, what are you staring at?" Dad asked when he saw me looking odd.
Well, why don't you tell him what happened just now? Anyway, I found the key, so I don't have to worry about getting kicked in the face.
Dad heard not only not angry, but with a smile and said: "I want to reward you!" "What! Did I hear you right? What kind of reward is it?" The thought that my dad is going to reward me, the heart is beautiful.
"You'll find out later. You'll see!" Dad said with a mysterious expression.
At dinner time, Dad made an announcement of my story to the whole family, which made everyone laugh, Grandpa said that I was riding a donkey to find a donkey, and Grandma said that I was just playing around and was too careless.
Mom even criticized me, told me that this is the consequence of carelessness, warned me to change this problem, asked me to have confidence in this?
It turned out that this is what Dad said the so-called reward, although I let everyone laugh a little embarrassed, but I understand that everyone said I am for my good, I will be confident nodded.
3. to go home as the topic of the essay 600 wordsToday after school, my classmate invited me to go to his birthday, I could not bear to refuse, accepted the invitation.
The day gradually darkened, we even flew home, in my heart anxious thought: "I guess now mom and dad are anxiously looking for me everywhere." I quickly got home, the sky is getting darker and darker, halfway to the road before remembering that today there is a section of English class, hey , today and skipped a class, to the home, I panicked to my father to make a phone call, call to realize that Dad has been given to the class teacher Mr. Li called, Dad said that to say at home.
When Dad arrived home, he began to ask questions, and I answered apprehensively.
After eating a full meal, mom came over to see me playful, not a good answer, mom went out and took a broom back to start asking questions, after the question, mom said angrily: "You get down" I hid far away, mom said angrily, I hit you this time, you remember, do not hit you, you can not remember! "I'm not afraid to get down, and finally my mom took a broom and hit me a few times. After playing, the mother said angrily: "you change, not" I said apprehensively, mother, I will change" said mom looked crying, dad let me apologize to my mother, saw my mother crying I also cried, crying while saying: "Mom I was wrong," standing for a while, mom said: "I was wrong," I said: "Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong. "Standing for a while, the mother's face is still with tears and said:" hurry up and write homework to go "to the house, I heard my mother is still crying.
I made up my mind: "Dad, mom I will never dare to do this again, I will not take your words as a whisper, dad, mom I will never do this again. I really regret coming home late ....
Home, a tantalizing word, a warm association.
It touches the soul of countless travelers. Imagine, the village under the cover of the setting sun, the dusty traveler, will see his family when the expectation is how touching [solution process] The following are some wonderful ideas: First, go home Fictionalization of a mountain village students go home story, showing the poor children early home theme.
? It's the weekend, Wang Hui tightened his shoelaces and hit the road. The county middle school is not far from home, but it is all mountain road.
Wang Hui while rushing, his mind while thinking about the teacher's lessons this week. Back home, parents down to the ground, Wang Hui with paralyzed in bed grandmother talked a few words about the school, found the water tank is empty, then picked up the bucket to the village head to get water.
Seeing that it's getting dark, he made a fire to cook and feed the animals. When his parents came back, they instructed Wang Hui to go to bed early, because he had to carry water to water the crops in the morning, and he would have a full day's work tomorrow.
? II.Return Make up a story starting from another meaning of going home - death.
? Grandma Wang opened her cloudy eyes and looked at her children and grandchildren gathered around her bed. The sons are all very successful and filial, and the grandchildren are very understanding and never make her angry.
Granny Wang felt that her life was worth living, and she had nothing to blame when she met her ancestors and her old man in the netherworld. The corners of her mouth moved to smile.
Suddenly she saw the old man waving to her clearly, and after she struggled to say 'I'm going home', she went away with a smile on her face. Third, the yellow handkerchief of happiness Switching perspective, through the prisoner Jack on the way home from prison to show the forgiveness of love.
? I sat on the public **** car home, thinking about the letter I wrote to my wife before release: 'If willing me home, please tie a yellow handkerchief on the ginkgo tree in front of the door.' I didn't write what to do if I didn't want to, because I was harboring a fantasy in my mind.
Yet the thought that I was now a prisoner at the end of my sentence made me despair; my wife would not forgive me. The car was very close to home, and I had the urge to jump out and run back.
Suddenly, I was stunned: Oh my God, there was a tree of yellow handkerchiefs on the ginkgo tree in front of my home! Example 1: High mountains and flowing water hunter's soul Thousands of years of ancient winds will not forget them, blowing their spirit from distant antiquity to the present world, Sheng to people with a spiritual feast, history will not erase their names from the annals of history. It will manifest its alpine hunter-like soul with the homecoming of the spirit of these two saints.
He, wild and unrestrained, upright and unyielding, free and easy. The Noble Consort holding the inkstone, the Rex taking off his boots, and the Imperial Hand mixing the spoon have long been household names.
"The Prince of Heaven's door is still allowed to walk the horse, Huayin County is not allowed to ride a donkey" anecdote for the world to hear. He once played a song called "The Book of Frightening Barbarians" to scare off tens of thousands of elite soldiers from the southern barbarians.
He is not afraid of the power and nobility, so I can not be happy face is a witness. He, to the friends straight open heart, "Peach Blossom Pond water depth of a thousand feet, less than Wang Lun sent me love" is a true reflection.
He is crying, crying to "the guardian sitting cry grave moon"; he laughed that laugh, laughed "up to the sky laughing out of the door" to be able to enjoy. However, this is such a talented, rare literati, but in the court of the Great Tang Dynasty everywhere.
He was dissatisfied with the officialdom of the hook and corner, I am not used to the Gao Li Shi that the helm of the wind, fawning ugly face, he could not believe that even in the court of the imperial hand also on his own as a university professor to point fingers. Yes, he can not let the emperor treat himself as a superior actor, this will only be a corpse, dancing and ink imperial literati.
How can this dark officialdom is their own place to stay, how can their wild character be confined in this small court? So, he issued a "pine and cypress is straight, difficult for the peach and plum face. "First go to the cage Geng die, do not seek gold cage life" shout.
This cry, is suppressed in the heart of the release of anger for a long time, but also on their own determined to stay away from the court's position. So, Li Bai waved his sleeve and went to visit the mountains to swim in the water.
Perhaps, only this mountain and water can understand the poet's heart, Li Bai's choice is correct, he really returned to his spiritual home. History will not fail him.
He preferred to live in the mountains, but also did not want to stay in the darkness of the officialdom; he preferred to resign, but also did not want to bend down for the five buckets of rice, he also fantasized about realizing the ambitions of the officialdom, and show ambition, but the reality is very disappointing to him. How can a county magistrate bend his knee to a country boy? So, he took off his official robe, in the "realization of the past is not remonstrated with, know that the future can be pursued.
The actual lost its not far, realize that today is and yesterday is not" chanting into the mountains. From then on, he and the chrysanthemum as a companion, flowers as a friend, the whole day speechless with the chrysanthemum hedge behind the rotation, open up the southern field, the guardian of the garden field.
Tao Yuanming, he decided to choose to choose the path of reclusion, finally returned to his spiritual home. History rolls forward in the big waves, wind, rain and snow, the years change frequently, the passage of time, these two literati although they have been gone for thousands of years, but they can correctly choose their own spiritual home of the quality of the generations praised.
Yes, it is the high mountains and flowing water cast their hunter-like quality soul, also cast their spiritual home. Example 2 Spring and Autumn and Autumn Home - Spring and Autumn Bone Looking back at the Tang Dynasty, full of colorful eyes, like a graceful and noble peony; looking back at the Song Dynasty, full of song and dance, full of garden rouge and water powder, like a tempting rose; close to see the Qing Dynasty, full of devastation, full of defeat, like a chrysanthemum through the frost and tone; only that spring and autumn, full of ear Iron drums and clanging, full of jingo and iron horse, with a sad and heroic, like the winter, the iron bones of the pines.
I think: at that time, the people, must be bold and sad; then the spirit, must be bold and magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers. I think this is the home of the people in Spring and Autumn Period, the spiritual home of the Chinese nation which has been unfailing for thousands of years.
Spring and Autumn home - spilling tears and sacrificing blood, waving tears in the chest, swallowing mountains and rivers of the Spring and Autumn bones. The ancients said, "There is no righteous war in the Spring and Autumn".
They thought that those mutual conquests and killings were only to satisfy the selfish desires of the princes. It is true that it is not desirable to cause war in the world because of one's own selfishness, but is there really no righteousness in the Spring and Autumn period? From the modern point of view, it is because of their wars that they have promoted the progress of history and the inheritance of civilization.
That jingo and iron horse, the revelation of swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger, is the hot-blooded Spring and Autumn bones; that one will be a great success, a night into the defeat of ten thousand people in the bleak, is the cold-blooded Spring and Autumn bones. Cold and hot intertwined, blood.
5. to go home as the theme of the essay (600 words or so)Home, a good warm word. Seeing his own hands wrote this topic, my mind will continue to flash out of the countless times the idea of going home, the joy of arriving at home and leaving home when the reluctance to leave at once haunted the mind above.
I'm actually a very homebody. Every time I return to school, I am always the latest in our dormitory, every time, my roommates will ask me how to come so late. I always find excuses to pass. Over time, we are also accustomed to, will no longer ask. Going home for me is actually a thing to look forward to. Every time I go home, I can hear my grandmother's chatter, my grandfather's questions, and my parents' instructions. Everything at home has witnessed my beauty and pain. These beauty and pain like a tree growth left behind the wheel of the year, circle after circle, they are one than a big, leisure time, it will stir up my thoughts on the ripples.
Every time I go home, all my unhappiness at school dissipates. Going home heals me and wipes out the pain in my heart. All this makes me have a deep dependence on home. I can't even imagine how I would feel inside if I didn't go home for a month or a year.
Many people like to travel, because traveling makes people relaxed, so in my heart every time I go home is traveling, it gives me a very relaxed and happy mood. I love this feeling and cherish it. In short, home is still the same, and the heart of home is still the same forever ......
Comments: Home can harvest our stomach, can delight our heart, home is really good, for the students, why not often go home to see, often go home to sit, often go home to talk about.... ...I think the most classic, elegant and personalized words in your article are "Home is still the same, and the heart of going home is still the same ......"
6. Write a long essay on the topic of going home (high school)Going Home (
Most people don't like to move, even in times of famine. Most of them are content to stay in their homeland and refuse to leave, preferring to live on the soil of Guanyin and the bark of wild vegetables every day for fear of losing their basic right to live and die, but there are exceptions, such as going home, which is preferred by most people.
13 years of January 12, early morning
Carrying a few days ago already packed but not much luggage I went to the school, the end of the last class before the Spring Festival, said goodbye to the students, and began to go to the station to wait for the time to get on the train. The previous night's sleep was not very solid, three years have not returned, the brain has been flamboyantly flipping the appearance of hometown, unstoppable like a tsunami raging. The insomnia feeling at this time is also quite good, just some puffy eyes ......
1:00 pm to the station, the sky falling drizzle, the square to build a few temporary car shed, the people are crowded, black pressure, never imagined that the people living on this heron island has so much, in the blink of an eye, all out of the blue, the crowded, so that it is not easy to get out of the car, but the people who live in this island. It is so crowded that one can hardly breathe. Waiting signs to all parts of the country are sparsely hung on the columns, red letters on a white background, but also clear, so that I quickly found the station where to go home. It seems that a lot of people are anxious to go home, in front of the two rows of "Z" long line, most of the people are lined up outside the waiting shed, let the rain shower, good thing that Xiamen's winter is not cold. Row in front of me is an uncle, thin and small but exuberant exception, picking a heavy burden how to refuse to put down, the stretcher at both ends of the huge snakeskin bag with the movement of the stretcher constantly swaying from side to side, the pendulum like the rules of uniformity, so that I had to dodge left and right, the uncle looked back a few times, seems to be surprised at my good action, grin, revealing a mouth full of burnt yellow teeth, seem very tolerant. The front of the line for a long time did not see the move, the morning took a long time to get ready for the clothes by the rain is not like a shower. Not far from the "World Trade Center" washed by the rain after the more and more fresh, after a few more eyes, this has been living in the city for four or five years has produced a few points of attachment.
The entrance to the station finally opened with the ticket cutter's scolding sound, people will be like a concentration camp release like pouring in, originally a beautiful pair of shape a moment all disappeared, mixed with the dialect of the world and the sound of running so that the crowd boiled up, the different accents of the scolding sound flooded the eardrums, so that people marveled at the Chinese language of the "vast and profound! ". I maintain a self-conscious very elegant look forward saving, smooth to the carriage. The train in front of me is obviously old, really makes people suspect that it is just a bunch of broken tractor connectors: the leather on the seat is very nonchalant turned over, revealing its yellow and black sponge, once seated there will be a little good air from the sponge and the leather gap squeezed out, let out the "puffing" sound of embarrassment. Most of the people going home are more like moving, large and small parcels of luggage are constantly stacked up, making the overhead luggage racks from time to time issued by the overburdened *** . Some of the more well-liked are exchanging posturing pleasantries with friends and family who are seeing them off, rolling their mostly-white eyeballs and looking around with a sense of superiority. More developed appetite has been eager to open the package, which is extremely rich in content, melon seeds, fruit, dried meat, drink everything, casually take out a kind of stuffed into the mouth, apparently more exercise on weekdays, mouth muscle elasticity is very good, the degree of mouth open is often difficult to reach, open at the same time can be clearly seen in the pharynx of the thick tonsillar glands or something, it is spectacular.
To pass the time on the train has always been a headache, so I bought a short ticket and a middle-aged man accosted, the Zhang brothers learned a lot, from Yang Liwei flying to the ants under the root of his wall moving and so on all know, know everything, even President Bush's home toilet is what brand can be accurately out of the same way, chatting to the rise of the place will be nonchalantly sat down, squeezed me into a side of the room, and I was able to see the whole thing, but it was not a good idea.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie with a man like you, and I've never seen a movie with a man like you before.
Idle boredom began to look around, sitting directly across from a couple of forty years of age, the man is a smile on the face of the spring, the woman is more happy to snuggle up next to his shoulder, a head of hair has not yet been cleaned up neatly in the man's brand-new suit back and forth rubbing, really let a person worry about the suit will be too early to get up the ball of hair, I vaguely heard the two mouths with the dialect to discuss the New Year's Eve spending, the topic seems to have argued, so the man raised the decibel rate, and then the man said: "We're not going to be able to do this.
Rolling wheels and rails of the thousand and one repeated their impact, and constantly issued a "clang clang clang" sound, the window is dark, the car more people have gone to sleep, the opposite man holding a book of "The King of Stories" read with great interest, eyelids gradually heavy up, finally fell asleep.
And then woke up the next day, the train has entered the territory of his hometown. The carriages will be restored to the original noise, after dozens of hours of bumpy finally arrived at the G station. I think: a small carriage is a I saw the "teahouse", a frame of working people to return to their hometown epitomized. Being from a commoner's background and living in another country, I had a lot of feelings and thoughts in my heart. Once every three years, the journey home is worth remembering, but I do not know how obscure my own writing, lest I forget, so I remember.
7. to go home as the topic of writing essayshome
He, remember, twenty years ago, a large handful of paper money and two pairs of rough hands, two has been emaciated face and a heart yearning for the outside world, so he chose to go out of the window, determined not to wander ...... in the mountains
Yes, he left the The mountains and water here, leaving the hard-working and simple villagers here, leaving his parents, ran to the mountains outside - that tantalizing piece of brilliant lights.
In fact, with his skills, is fully capable of opening up their own life path in the mountains. Open the mountain, planting trees, can make him famous; the mountains of exotic flowers and fruits, enough to make him rich. But in his eyes, this place is barren, because his dream is not here, but outside the mountain.
The mountain, he found the world of the dream to fly, was outside the splendor of the gold, wine and green prosperity fascinated, he thought yes, he is able to open up a piece of heaven and earth belonging to himself here.
Ten years of time has slipped away from the fingers, and he has become a real boss in his own continuous efforts. Dressed in BMW clothing, sitting in a BMW car, surrounded by a few secretaries who are good at reading people's minds, riding in the scenery on the big and wide asphalt road, face glowing.
But gradually, gradually, he began to be that interlaced flashes of colorful neon lights get a little confused and do not know what to do. His heart began to give birth to an inexplicable empty feeling. His head was also dizzy with a slight aversion to city life. Huh? Oh, there were thickly clumped trees on that high mountain, there were fish swimming around freely in that water, and there were beautiful and colorful blooming flowers in that green grass. That never cared about the picture in the tired of the heart of a picture floating up, actually whisked away some of the dust of the soul. He remembered, when he left, his parents' increasingly haggard face, the calluses worn out by life, and his parents' advice before leaving: "If you don't want to stay outside, let's go home, ah!" The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
Outside the window there is a tree, the tree did not know when to build a bird's nest, the birds flew away, back to look at their own once lived in the home, fluttering a few times to fly away. He was in tears again, how come he hadn't stayed at home, hadn't stayed with his parents and the landscape of his hometown? He seemed to see the light in his parents' bleak eyes that wished him to come back. He decided to go home.
Home, the word since childhood is not strange, is a wandering outside the wanderer always miss the place, is a can let you dock at any time of the harbor, is an indestructible warm light, always let us feel comfortable.
Never intentionally to define what is considered home, because I understand that I have two homes, "everyone" in Jiangsu, "small home" in Shenzhen. I love both homes, but the meaning of love is different, the former is more like a kind of hazy feeling, a kind of fuzzy disappointment, as if forever stationed in a corner of the heart, very eternal. The latter is a usual warm and solid feeling, a clear sense of solidity, as if always in front of the eyes, very comfortable.
These years have not been back to everyone, there are many reasons, I am always a little lost, because the New Year's grand and festive in the "everyone" to reflect, only more strongly let me happy. So this year, again to the end of the year period, I have to say: "home for the New Year, back to 'everyone' for the New Year!" Powerful, firm and real.
Thinking back to the past back to "everyone" New Year's Eve, always let me have a very intimate feeling, a lingering nostalgia. From the boarding of the train home, I was excited to look out of the window with joy at the changing scenery, but the heart of the home is always the same. The pure snow, the cold wind, the vast sea, the familiar smell of steamed bread, always filled my brain, always let me never stop missing. I miss the redness of the doorway, the majesty of the rooster's crow, the popping of the firecrackers, the ease and joy of New Year's Eve, and the feeling of celebrating New Year's Eve.
Why do I prefer to go back to everyone for New Year's Eve? Why do you like that a few years only ten days to stay? I think, because there are many of my beloved relatives, I love to share with them the joy of New Year's Eve, share the warmth of the reunion of loved ones, and share that lasting eternal love.
The long-distance phone call, when I said "home for the New Year", the seventy-year-old grandmother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but I know, have always known, as if I also saw the love of the face bloomed out of the smile of the splendor.