1 home The incredible Spring Festival made the calm life of the female college students drifted away.
The train is still running, the crowd is still surging, a large number of migrant workers flocked to the city so that the "Spring Festival" has become the New Year's Eve of an ironic word, but also to "go home" this warm word is full of killing. These people in a hurry to go home live in the edge of the city, they are engaged in intense labor, in the most difficult place to survive, they and the city civilization has a stark contrast, and the development of the city can not be separated from their stout hands.
In order to save 10 yuan a month on electricity, they use coal stoves to boil water, cooking, due to gas by the poison and the loss of three lives, and in the Xiuzhou District, Gaoqiao Garden migrant workers almost all families use coal stoves. They are so calculating the economic account: a piece of coal cake can burn 3 pots of boiling water, and a piece of coal cake 30 cents less than, if you use electricity, 3 pots of water to use at least one degree of electricity, one degree of electricity is more than 50 cents.
Such a calculation, or with a coal stove cost-effective. "It's not easy to work outside to make money, and who is not careful with the money!" The workers said that they are not the only ones who have to pay for their own work, but they have to pay for their own work.
Their lives are so cheap! This year's Spring Festival has been advanced again. No matter how strong the wind, how cold the sky, the heart of the home is unstoppable, migrant workers tightened their bodies, guarded in the open air in the middle of the long queue to buy tickets for more than ten, twenty hours.
In order to buy a train ticket to go home, even if the station a day and a night without complaint, the reason is very simple is to go home, because there are day and night miss the left-behind elderly and left-behind children. They can also be said to be looking for a dream in the city, but the realization of the dream is so confused and ignorant.
Labor, industry and commerce, public security and other departments have to go to the countryside every year into the village to investigate illegal child labor, and those young faces will definitely squeak and whimper and say: "I have reached the age of 18." But their bodies can not reach those shaking wool sweater horizontal machine; every year to clean up the "three-in-one" (production, eating and burning, sleeping together) workshop, but the fire and other safety accidents still occur from time to time; every year to report on the migrant workers injured or killed on the job; every year to solve the migrant workers labor disputes.
They seem to be always on the verge of danger.
Their road home is just as uneven, with long lines for tickets, struggling to get on the bus, and squeezing their way on, but they go home with a happy look. 2 home has always been a deep love of classical Chinese literature.
It is heavy, mellow, contains the accumulation of history and culture, cohesion of the literati soul. It is suitable for savoring at the end of the night.
Ride the wind of the ancient country for thousands of years, so that the light boat of thought paddling to the depths of the years, over the threshold of history, to seek, to move. Often linger in the world of Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
The song of the long-drawn-out voice, is the angry hair of the heroism, is the battlefield of the Jingge Tiema, is proud to shoot the wolves of the dashing uninhibited, is to carry the Jade Dragon of the death of the home; a chorus of three sighs, is the chaos of the red fly zero of the tearful eyes, is the person than the flower thin difficult to understand the feelings, is the curtain lowered the sigh of resentment, is the sadness into the silk of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness. I've often been immersed in the Dream of the Red Chamber, which is a poignant scenario in which the soul of a flower has no place to go in the spring, and the world is again in the middle of the day.
Deeply in love with the Lin sister, the "quiet as a delicate flower in the water, action like a weak willow wind" of the woman. Her straightforward naivety, although living in the suffocating feudal era, but still persistent pursuit of true freedom of love.
The most unforgettable than "buried incense mound swallow sobbing remnants of red". Daiyu buried flowers, is the art of behavior, which expresses the beautiful life of the praise and burial, that is, passionate and desperate, that is, beautiful and bleak.
Cao Xueqin with superb skills, depicting the "world outside the fairy sister lonely forest", creating the pinnacle of classical literature. The classics are so great, so profound, so mesmerizing.
It is the cultural home of every Chinese! But into the street bookstore, I have a lost feeling: full of campus novels, network literature, those with English, with strange network symbols, who is it? They are favored on the bestseller shelves, while the classics are cowering in the corners of the bookstores. It is true that the Internet is the medium of emerging literature, but what about our roots, our home, our own identity and birthmarks? I can't help but feel a pang of confusion and sadness.
Recently, my heart is a little happy, because I see the classical literature again by people's attention, Yu Dan's "Heart", Yi Zhongtian's "Pin three countries" ...... people in the "return to the source", and a few points of thought. Finally, remember the words of a writer: "classical literature, after a turn, and 'home' ah" [full marks essay] 3 home Shandong a candidate He, remember, twenty years ago, a large handful of banknotes and two pairs of rough hands, two faces have been emaciated and a heart to the outside world. and a heart yearning for the outside world, so he chose the window, determined not to wander in the mountains ...... Yes, he left the mountains and water here, left the villagers here hard-working and simple, left his parents, ran to the mountains outside - that alluring brilliant lights The first time I've seen this is when I'm in the middle of the night.
In fact, with his skills, is fully capable of opening up their own life path in the mountains. The mountain, planting trees, can make him famous; the mountains of exotic flowers and fruits, enough to make him rich.
But in his eyes, here is barren, because his dream is not here, but outside the mountain. Out of the mountain, he found the world of the dream release, was outside the gold and blue, red lights 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 hard work. Dressed in BMW clothing, sitting in a BMW sedan, 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.
However, 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 feeling of emptiness.
His head was also dizzy, and he was a little tired of city life. Huh? Oh, there is a thicket of trees on that high mountain, there are fish swimming freely in that water, and there are 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, the increasingly haggard face, that was worn out by the life of the hand callus, and before leaving the parents of the instructions: "No.
2. To: "The Road Home" write a compositionThe first semester of the junior high school she chose to leave the school, said goodbye to her parents embarked on a journey to work.
Although she had good grades and loved to study, the high tuition fees kept her away, and her father's frail health forced her to embark on this journey.
She was seated at the window of the train, staring off into the distance as if in anticipation of something.
She did not tell her parents that she was going to another country, but left a note telling them that she was going to a faraway place to find her dream. She looked at her watch and saw that the train was about to leave, but the person she was looking forward to did not
break into her eyes. She gave up waiting and withdrew that gaze from the window. "Daughter, wait."
Hearing that familiar cry, she hurriedly stuck her head back out and saw her mother's tearful face and her father's anxious look.
"Daughter, get off the bus and go back with mom, the matter of tuition fees your father and I will find a way." The mother took on a pleading tone.
"No, I want to earn my own money to support the family." The daughter's tone was surprisingly firm.
"Good boy, go back with mom, you are still small earn what money ah, you quickly and I go home to study."
"No, mom I do not want to be a burden to you, save the money or take it to Dad to buy medicine to go."
"Go back, the outside world is too dangerous, it is better to go home to study. Dad's body and bones are still fine, can still continue to work. You see your second brother is also said to go out to work to subsidize the family, but finally, but into the prison, in case you have something happened, you ask us how to live ah." The father spoke in a very calm language, but gave the daughter an irresistible shock.
"Dad, you do not say it"
"Children, let's go home, outside the wind and rain, how can you suffer, or home warmer."
"Mom and Dad, I was wrong let's go home." Said the girl lifted the box and got out of the car.
The world outside is certainly wonderful, but those wind and rain can not be we can bear it?
It's better to be at home, after all, there are still people at home who care about us all the time.
3. Listen to "The Road Home" to write a 600-word essayHas anyone ever asked you how far the road home is? Remember it was six years ago in the summer, you and we she got on the same road.
We study in the same classroom, eat in the same cafeteria, play in the same shade. I still remember you just came to the face of the young and ignorant smile, this smile, I have seen the sweetest, warmest smile.
Your pair of brown jewels like the blooming spirit of the big eyes is your biggest feature, I do not know, your playful eyes have brought students how much laughter and encouragement, this eye, I have seen the most beautiful, the most innocent eye.
Sent to me here, you secretly stuffed a pencil in my hand, but also gently whispered in my ear: "This pen is an additional gift Oh, quite nice, good friends only have Oh! That pencil was the best and most precious pencil I have ever seen. What I can't forget most is your birthday party in third grade.
A large group of us girls came to your house to celebrate your birthday with you, your mother made a table of good food, we ate and talked, but also to make fun of your brother. That kind of happiness, rarely, is overflowing with happiness.
After dinner, we went downstairs to play on the fitness equipment, running around, tired and sweaty, and then lying on the grass to see the stars. The starry sky of my childhood was hung with many winking stars, and we talked about the stars with great interest.
I don't know who suggested opening presents, but we ran back to your house, panting, and began to open them. At that time, I sent what, I have long been unable to remember, only know, you that "thank you", is the most true, the most touched I have ever heard of "thank you", and now remember, the heart is not only surging through a stream of warmth.
That night, I slept very well, sweet dreams, good friends and play together, cheerful ...... is another year of midsummer, originally, we have to work together, refueling exams, walk through the first year. However, perhaps the heavens intentionally to tease us, deliberately do not want to let that we happily spend the holidays, hard to break us apart.
You left, so quietly, without taking away everything ...... after a period of bitter tears, I finally understand that we should not continue to grieve, in heaven you must hope that we have to be more upward. In the future without you on the road, we should be stronger, and strive to move forward to fulfill your unrealized dreams and ambitions.
Minghong, the road home is not far at all, go all the way, I wish you happiness.
4. proposition essay home the road is how far I should writeAfter receiving the report card, our whole family was busy, organizing and organizing the house, to change out of the replacement, loading the car to load the car, two hundred and fifteen years BW February 12 evening departure back home!
We chose to drive back home this time, and Dad's departure time was set at 12:00 p.m. I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to get up. Another thing to say is "New Year's Eve". I'm glad I bought a seven-seater this time, but
The car is still jammed with only three seats (the driver's seat counts), but we're just three people away. I watched the clock point to "5" (afternoon) for dinner, and then the hour hand crept up to
"6" for bed! That's a bit early, but it's a way of saving up for the middle of the night. I still couldn't sleep as I watched the clock tick by on my cell phone, and finally my dad barged in, swiped on the light, and said, "Come on, get up, I
can't sleep, get an early start!" And with that, we hit the road in a daze.
We got on the highway from Yuhang and traveled for almost an hour or so, there were fewer and fewer cars on the road, and as it got later and later, we were the only ones left on the road, alone. I was getting bored, and pulled out my "PDA" from my bag
I was watching the downloaded "Legend of Wudalang", or "Legend of Wu Mei Niang", and saw Fan Bingbing (范冰冰) about to meet Li Chen (李晨), who was a famous Chinese actress. Wu Mei Niang) wants to elope with Li Chen (Li Mu), Huang Amma (Emperor Tang Taizong) does not agree, and then, there is no more.
The car stopped, it turned out to be the father lost, he seems to have come to an unfamiliar place, hesitated for a long time, finally decided to go forward!
This time has been almost midnight eleven o'clock on the highway, there are no street lights, the sky is so dark, and there are no other vehicles, surrounded by trees, only drive lights to continue to move forward, but I have a very rich imagination, may be "chainsaw
Souls" and other horror movies to see too much, I always feel that the car will suddenly pop up when it continues to move forward, and then I will be able to see the car. I always had the feeling that something would pop out of the car as we continued on our way, but God was kind to us and we were on the right road as we arrived at the Jingdezhen
service station in Jiangxi province (Jingdezhen is the way back to our hometown)! We took a short break here and continued on our way!
"Twenty-three point five-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds, sixty seconds! Zero point zero zero!" This is probably the first time
I've made the leap from yesterday to today on my cell phone's time. By now, I was still energized, while my sister slept like a dead pig. At 1am, my dad pulled into a service station to take a nap, and I was still watching my
"Wudalang baklava"... ah no, wrong again... never mind... it's almost the same... it's just a happy decision. At 2:30 a.m., my dad woke up, we ate a bowl of noodles in the service area, and set off for home again!
At 3:00 am, we crossed the Poyang Lake Bridge and came to Jiujiang City. When we arrived at the city, the feeling of being in the middle of nowhere was even greater, and it was foggy again, and the fog was especially low, so we turned on our headlights and moved slowly along the wide
road, and layer after layer of fog came to us, and my imagination was at work again. In this dark night, only a car in the wide road driving, and a layer after layer of white fog revealing the horror
breath want you to float, slowly, slowly, a female ghost pounced on ...... Now I understand why Dad said dare to drive at night less people. After that, I don't know whether I fainted or fell asleep, when
I woke up when I have slept for three or four hours. The car was traveling on the "red" highway in the red base of the towering Dabie Mountains, which meant that it was already in the territory of my hometown, Hubei Province, and that crossing this road would lead me to my
hometown! Even though I didn't get to see the sunrise, it was a pleasure to return to my long-awaited home!
5. How to Write an Essay on the Way HomeThe Way Home
The setting sun is gradually fading away from the only light, I walked home alone with my bag, and I don't know how many times I've walked on this familiar road, but at this time my heart always wells up with the feeling of soreness.
I walked aimlessly, the silent road only heard from the distance vaguely heard the children's laughter, I have no time to care about these, only to feel the heart empty. Look up and look into the distance, the road home is long, long, suddenly realized that I am so far away from home. I've been away for a long time, and now I'm walking home, and it's a bit strange, and it reminds me of many memories that have been imprinted on my heart.
I can't count how many sweet and cozy memories I have on this road home. But I always clearly remember, as a child, I ambushed in the father's broad back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and I scattered with the wind song. Occasionally I would ask my father with round eyes, "Are you tired?" With a smile on his face, my father said, "No, you are very light." So I fell asleep in a daze, but I do not know this sleep on his shoulders for five years, rain or shine of five years, happy five years, carefree five years.
6. "Walking on the way home" essay kneelingWhen the refreshing autumn wind will blow the sky far away, when the branches of the green leaves on the orange and yellow, when we raised his head to look off the last south of the geese, I carry a heavy bag walking on the road home. The road home is still the same, but my heart has long changed. In the past, when I went home from school, I still recalled the happy scene at school, but now, I was planning how to go home and review my homework. The road remains the same, but - the heart has changed ....... Suddenly, a dirty little hand interrupted my reverie, turned out to be a small beggar, he was wearing a tattered clothes, outstretched little hand seems to be trembling . I touched my pocket and handed him the only dollar left in my pocket. I saw him smile, is the kind of heartfelt smile. He took the money and ran toward the alley across the street. He stumbled and fell, but he still stood up. Maybe this kind of scene in the eyes of others do not care, but I y feel his figure is exceptionally strong. He stood up and continued to run forward, where is it? I looked at his figure with questions, that strong figure seems to be saying something? Until his figure disappeared from my eyes, I turned back and walked towards home. At this time, I walked on the path full of autumn leaves, my feet sounded soft and slight sound, my heart could not help but rise a ray of sadness. At this time, and think of the ragged little beggar's back, I do not think that the beggar is small, at least they can live well, and those who encountered setbacks on the self-abandonment of people, can be better than the beggar how much? At this time, a leaf gently fell on my shoulder, I watched it quietly fall. Is that helpless? No! That is persistence! In fact, every leaf has its own wish, that is - to fly! Although the distance they fly is only the distance between the tree and the ground. However, they fly for their own dreams. Is this not persistence? At this time, I seem to see the fallen flowers are not merciless things, turned into spring mud more protective flowers. When the last leaf of fall fell, I was a little reluctant to reach out and catch it. He told me, "I want to fly." I was a little reluctant to let go, but in the end I let go. I saw it! I saw it! It was smiling! It was smiling! It was like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the wind. At this point, I had to leave, when I stepped on the first staircase, a red light shone all over me, it was the sunset, the call of new life, at this point, my heart changed again .
7. to the road home to write a narrative essay essay five hundred wordsThe road home sunset gradually fade away only the light, I walked home alone satchel on the road home, and do not know how many times in this familiar road, but at this time the heart always surged with the feeling of soreness.
I walked aimlessly, the silent road only heard from the distance vaguely heard the children's laughter, I have no time to care about these, only to feel the heart empty. Looking up at the distance, the road home is very long and long, suddenly realized that the distance from my home is so far away.
Outside the stay so long, now walking on the road home, but some strange feeling, which can not help but remind me of many engraved in my heart lingering memories. I can't count how many sweet and cozy memories I have on this road home.
But I always clearly remember, as a child, I ambushed in the father's broad back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and I scattered with the wind of the song. Occasionally I would ask my father with round eyes, "Are you tired?" My father said with a smile on his face, "Not tired, you are very light."
So I fell asleep in a daze, but I don't know that this sleep on his shoulders for five years, rain or shine for five years, happy five years, carefree five years.
8. Listen to "The Road Home" to write a 600-word essayHas anyone asked you, the road home, how far is it?
Remember it was six years ago in the summer, you and we she got on the same road. We study in the same classroom, eat in the same cafeteria, play in the same shade.
I still remember you just came to the face of the young and ignorant smile, this smile, I have seen the sweetest, warmest smile.
Your pair of brown jewels like the blooming spirit of the big eyes is your biggest feature, I do not know, your playful eyes have brought students how much laughter and encouragement, this eye, I have seen the most beautiful, the most innocent eyes.
Nearly graduated, to your birthday, students will always send some small gifts on their birthdays, that time, you brought two big boxes of good-looking automatic pencils, sent to everyone. When I was sent here, you secretly stuffed a pencil in my hand, and gently whispered in my ear: "This pen is an additional gift Oh, pretty good, good friends only have Oh!" That pencil was the best and most precious pencil I have ever seen.
What I can't forget is your birthday party in third grade. A large group of us girls came to your house, and you celebrated your birthday, your mother made a table of good food, we ate while chatting, but also to make fun of your brother. That kind of happiness, rarely, is overflowing with happiness. After dinner, we went downstairs to play on the fitness equipment, running around, tired and sweaty, and then lying on the grass to look at the stars. The starry sky of my childhood was filled with winking stars, and we all talked about the stars with great interest. I don't know who suggested opening presents, but we ran panting back to your house and started opening them. At that time, I gave what, I have long been unable to remember, only know, you that "thank you", is I have heard the most true, the most touched "thank you", and now think of it, not only in my heart gushed over a stream of warmth. That night, I slept very well, sweet dreams, good friends and play together, happy ......
Another year of midsummer, originally, we have to work hard together, refueling exams, walk through the first year. However, perhaps the heavens deliberately to tease us, deliberately do not want to let that we happily spend the holidays, hard to break us apart. You left, so quietly, without taking away everything ......
After a period of bitter tears, I finally understand that we should not continue to grieve, in heaven you must hope that we have to be more energetic. In the future, without you on the road, we should be stronger, and strive to move forward to fulfill your unfulfilled dreams and ambitions.
Minghong, the road home is not far at all, go all the way, I wish you happiness.