Home gives me warmth
What is home? Home is a burden, home is a responsibility; home is the sincere treatment of each other, home is able to grow old together slowly journey. Home is the station of our life, is the paradise of our life, but also our harbor to avoid the wind. Home or an old wind and rain coat, only in the storm to reflect its true value.
Everyone has their own home, everyone loves their own home, I am no exception, I also love their own home, because it gives me warmth! In the cold winter, my mom gives me clothes; every morning, my dad sends me to school; at night, someone covers me with a quilt ...... Every detail of this warms me and gives me the motivation to move forward!
Remember that was a unit test, I thought I could get a good grade, but when the paper was sent down, I was dumbfounded, this is my paper, how so bad, I immediately felt as if the sky had collapsed - and failed! Looking at my classmates' strange eyes, tears were in my eyes. How I would like to turn back the clock, flow back to the moment of the exam, I look at those questions again carefully! But that's just expectation!
I walked home with my head hanging down, as if everything around me had been hidden, looking up at the sky, gray, the siren, making me even more annoyed. A gust of wind rustled the leaves as if to mock me. I walked slowly, let the shadow in the street lamp to become longer, shorter, longer, shorter ...... I seem to have traveled 25,000 miles to reach the door of the house. I don't want to go in, hesitated for a while, or went in, I don't dare to raise my head, thinking: if I say my grades, I'm sure I'll be yelled at, and I'll let my mom and dad down, what should I do? I can not help but cry out, dad, mom see this situation, understand must be my exam did not do well. But surprisingly mom and dad didn't criticize me, but encouraged me as always, and said to me: "Son, the results are not important, the important thing is the process, we believe in you! The long road of life, can not be smooth sailing, this is the time to test you, do not be discouraged, we will always believe you, support you!" Look at their encouraging gaze in my heart the sun through the clouds, the everything is illuminated, "I must be back to success"!
Home is a sturdy boat, in the difficulty of sailing to the other side; home is the face of the spring breeze, in the cowardice to bring hope; home is the winter sun, in the disappointment to bring warmth. The warmth given to me by my family accompanies me all the time.
2. Write a junior high school essay on the topic of "The Warmth of Home" in about 600 words~Vine and Melon
There was an open space in front of the door, and there happened to be a few seeds in my hand. So the seeds in your hand are scattered randomly in this unattended soil, letting them either grow or perish ......
When I was young, my father said, "Only the melon wraps around the vine, not the vine wraps around the melon." At that time, I was still small, do not understand its meaning, thought this is the father of the experience gained from many years of farming, but also did not think again to understand its connotation.
With the passing of the years, those happy times spent on my father's broad shoulders have disappeared, leaving only those memories that will never be washed away. My father's love has become deep, and I, too, am no longer a child.
My father went to school for a few years, due to the family's financial constraints, unable to provide my father to continue his education, my father only regret and reluctantly left the school. Now my father has entrusted me with the ideal of the year, hoping that I can continue to fulfill his dream.
And my ignorance let my father shook his head countless times, sigh, look from hope to disappointment. I didn't think so, and I continued to do what I was doing, and my studies were of course a complete mess.
Unintentionally from this open space before passing through, found a bit of green, so for their own seed watering, hoping to bear fruit ......
Father is old, his once clear and bright eyes gradually become cloudy, his sturdy and robust body is gradually weakened, the life of the wheel of life in the enlargement process Gradually, there is no such thing as spontaneity and flamboyance, and you can only let me do whatever I want. In a haze of sleep, I heard my father and mother's conversation. "The doctor said I had a problem with my stomach, I thought it was nothing serious, so I didn't take any medicine." It was my father's voice, smooth with some pallor. "You'd better take the medicine, home you are the backbone, the child is still in school ......" mother voice with a sob.
The seeds have blossomed, and at this time I am more careful to take care of this strain of life that I created with my own hands.
Perhaps the heavens gave me a joke, or the parents' conversation made me awake. I saw my father growing old and myself growing up, and thought about my future, is it also like my father face to the soil and back to the sky and earth hard to plow?
My father's expectation made me find the right direction, and I began to draw knowledge frantically. My father's face also had a little smile.
After the rain, push the door to look, the flowers are thankful, huge leaves hanging under a fruit, so fresh, so full, so love, pick and taste, the juice, so fresh.
Father's illness is not completely better, but at this time father is much more spiritual than before. Mother recently often said: "Your father last night and dreamt, 'This child has grown up, really grown up! ." Father did not say anything, just smile ......
Sitting in the spacious and bright classroom, smelling the fragrance of books, the thought of his father's aging face, can not help but gloomy tears.
Home, the original is this way. The children have achievements, the parents are happy. And I just want to say to my father, "The melon vine is connected."
3. Please write a 150 write a 150-word elementary school essay on the topic of Warm HomeWarm Home What is home? Home is a burden, home is a responsibility; home is the sincere treatment of each other, home is able to grow old together slowly journey.
Home is the station of our life, is the paradise of our life, but also our harbor to avoid the wind. Home or an old raincoat, only in the storm to reflect its true value.
Everyone has their own home, everyone loves their own home, I am no exception, I also love their own home, because it gives me warmth! Cold winter, my mother to add clothes to me; every morning, my father sent me to school; night someone to cover me with a quilt ...... This every detail, all warmed me, gave me the motivation to move forward! I remember it was a unit test, I thought I could get a good grade, but when the test paper was sent down, I was dumbfounded, this is my paper, how so bad, I immediately felt as if the sky had collapsed - another test failed! Looking at my classmates' strange eyes, tears were in my eyes. How I would like to turn back the clock, flow back to the moment of the exam, I look at those questions again carefully! But that was just expectation! I hung my head down and walked home, as if everything around me had been hidden, looking up at the sky, gray, the siren, making me even more annoyed.
A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, as if mocking me. I walked slowly, let the shadow under the street lamp to become longer, shorter, longer, shorter ...... I seem to have traveled 25,000 miles to reach the door of the house.
I don't want to go in, hesitated for a while, or went in, I don't dare to look up, I think: If I say my results, I'm sure I will be scolded, and I will let my mom and dad down, what should I do? I can not help but cry out, dad, mom see this situation, understand must be my test did not do well. But surprisingly mom and dad didn't criticize me, but encouraged me as always, and said to me: "Son, the results are not important, the important thing is the process, we believe in you! The long road of life, can not be smooth sailing, this is the time to test you, do not be discouraged, we will always believe you, support you!" Looking at their encouraging gaze the sun in my heart through the clouds, illuminating everything, "I must be back to success." Home is a sturdy boat, in the difficulties when sailing to the other side; home is the face of the spring breeze, in the weak when bringing hope; home is the winter sun, in the disappointment when bringing warmth.
The warmth given to me by my family accompanies me all the time. I hope it can help you, hope to adopt.
4. Write a narrative essay on the topic of "I have a warm home"Warm home Every child has a home, and home is big.
My home lives in a firehouse and there are three people in my family. My father looks like an elephant, angry than a tiger 100 million times more ferocious, but he is happy and like a little mouse seems to have won over the cat, really naughty ah, he is a soldier, usually wear dark green uniforms, like a lush tree.
He worked in Pingyang, someone also said "Pingyang" as "sun", I said: "That's not my dad are burned to pieces!" He's very busy, he's always on call, there's no end to it, but he says, "It's a soldier's duty - military orders are like a mountain, there's no way around it." My mom is very much like a skinny monkey, witty, angry and fierce than an elephant a billion times it, happy like a cat fighting like a fight won as if, carrying their own books away.
My mom usually wears red, like a blooming rose. He works in a cow, and some people say my mom works in a snail, and I say, "No, my mom works in a snail's shell, and the snail's shell crumbles into pieces when the car drives, and my mom is very busy.
Here went, go there, really busy, really busy, really a busy person ah! I'm very much like a mouse, 100 trillion times braver than a puppy, but angry up will shout, ignore people, etc. ...... I'm happy up very cute, than the giant panda cute 10 million times it. I went to school in a small school, after class I was very busy, go this, go that, really rabbit's tail - can not long, busy very la, a moment later to class again! We three people have a warm home, I love my own home, look at every corner of my home, those corners are glowing ...... I love my home even more! A warm homeIn the last month, our school held a fifth-grade tug-of-war, and our class participated in it. At that time, we were all very happy, and we seized the time to select the team members, and then we began to practice.
In the practice there were laughs and tears, happiness and sadness, but everyone stuck it out for the honor of the class.... Finally, the exciting moment came - the game was about to start! We are both anxious and patient, waiting for half a day can not we on the field, it turned out, our class turn a blank.
We are all very happy, like touching the lottery, grinding fists, chest ready. The game was played in our class, and the players grasped the rope with both hands.
The teacher taught us to put the rope down a little, behind the students half kneeling. The other students are cheerleaders.
Just listen to the referee teacher whistle, the game began. The cheerleaders shouted in unison: "Five-seven, come on! Five-seven, go ......'' The players in the match were tense, and the rope swayed from side to side like a boa constrictor.
The first round we lost, but we still have a chance, sure enough, the work is not responsible for the people, the second time we won, looking at the students in the together call call, the teacher also smiled. The last time, I completely lost.
The students are not convinced, there are complaints, but more is not able to compete for the class and aggrieved. Students immersed in the hurt, hand in hand, together pouring out the sadness ...... can be seen in this "family'' in the feeling is always warm! I have a home really happy ah I often see on TV some children, widows and orphans homeless, begging on the street, or living in orphanages, nursing homes, without a caring family ...... and I myself have a cozy home, the heart feel really happy! I sleep in a soft and comfortable bed every night, and in the morning, my mom calls me up and gets a rich breakfast for me to eat, and after eating, I ride my bike to school and study in school.
One day, the evening and mom home; I have written homework, my father gave me a check, and tutor me homework; I feel cool, grandma took a jacket to me to put on; I want to check the information, then you can open the computer to check the Internet ...... I am more than those who are homeless children have more warmth, more care, more love , one more warm home. I feel that I live in such a wonderful family, more should strive to be strong, study well, every day up, grow up to contribute to the motherland.
How I hope those homeless children can come to my home to live ah! Let them eat good, warm water ...... can do what our family can do! And that there would be no homeless children in the world! I finally have to say "it's good to have a home"! Warm Home I have a warm home. I have a warm home. There are four people in my home: my mother-in-law, my father, my mother and me.
Let's start with me, I'm a naughty little boy. I have bright little eyes, a small round nose, a small mouth, and big ears, and it is said that big ears are a symbol of intelligence and good fortune.
I am now a third-grade student, I am very thin, not good health, often sick. My father is an engineer, he is very hardworking, he is very busy at work and often works overtime, he has no time to play with me.
But in order to make my health better, he takes me running every morning and hangs me every night. His character is a little burst of dryness, angry than a hundred times more powerful than a lion.
My mom is a bank worker. She is also very busy, sometimes running around the office all day, busy as hell, a bit like a handyman.
Sometimes she sits in front of the computer all day and doesn't move a muscle. My mom is really a strange person, I still do not know what my mom in the end? Although my mom is very busy, she picks me up and sends me to school every day, rain or shine.
My mother-in-law is the equivalent of a chef in our family, she goes to the market every day to buy food and comes back to cook fragrant meals for us, as soon as we walk in the door, we can smell the aroma of the food, so we gobble it up. My dad, mom and mother-in-law love me very much.
Once I was sick with a high fever, my mom and dad stayed up all night and took turns guarding me, but I wasn't well after two days. So mom and dad took me to the hospital for an infusion, and after a week of tossing and turning, I finally got well.
Mom and dad but thin. I love my mom, dad and mother-in-law, and I love this warm home even more.
The warmth of the family's friendship is like an electric light, but my mother is like a candle, not only lighting my way, but also warming my heart. The great love of motherhood is my mother, and my mother is quietly blooming the flower of motherly love in my home.
The vast majority of mothers have a mother's love, and motherhood is the nature of a mother. She maintains her family with her hands, her career with her hands, and she loves me with her hands.
I fell in love with this home, (this) home with my mother. Though from the moment her feet crossed the door of the home.
5. Writing essays on the topic of a cozy homeFor those of us who have never been away from home, we simply can't relate to the songs of homesickness and thoughts of home.
On August 30th, I left my home for the first time with my luggage, which I didn't have much of a feeling before, and I was secretly glad that I could finally avoid the nagging of my parents and the noise of my siblings, and live my own quiet days. However, this is not the case, a few days of living in the school life, so that my daily routine as a general war, the old routine has been disrupted; we live in a dormitory, there are many inconveniences.
But more importantly, there is a lack of parents' daily nagging in the ear, less siblings' cheerful shouts, life will feel boring. It was only then that I really felt how important home was to me.
Although I did not show the emotion of homesickness in front of my classmates, but the heart of the home is not to deceive themselves; although the dormitory we get along very well, happy, but the younger siblings that is full of childish pouting sound is they can not be replaced; although every day there is a respect for the teacher's teachings and consolation, but the nagging sound of the parents is the kind of beauty that can not be replaced by any celestial music. At this time, only a few days have not been home I really appreciate the children of those family breakup of the inner pain and inferiority complex, compared to them, I have a happy, and now only really appreciate its warmth of the home.
It was easy to get through the weekend. When the car parked in front of the house, inside really want to shout: I'm back! I can't imagine how I would have acted standing in front of my house: would I have screamed with excitement? Crying with excitement? In this blurred eyes, I saw my mother: she was cooking, looked up and found me, only a faint sentence "you're back."
But I know from her eyes excited. What I didn't realize was that I responded with a surprisingly calm "yes."
That was the first thing I said to my loved ones back home, and it was all so normal and calm. "Sister, you're home!" My brother and sister shouted and jumped at me. I greeted them with a smile, but the tears were in my eyes, and I could only swallow them in my stomach.
After that, it was dinner and conversation. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see the woman's face.
However, human beings are human beings, and their inner feelings will unconsciously follow their words and deeds. During the conversation, I realized the thoughts and expectations in their words.
The next day at noon, my mother seemed to be unintentional but actually intentionally added food, which I y felt my mother usually hidden in the words and deeds under the deep selfless love, only to realize that I was too much of a child. A day and a half of vacation is short, in the goodbye to the family I just want to cry.
I don't know if my mother will cry? But I know that home, destined to be my lifelong home.
Mom is an ordinary worker, Dad is a teacher, I am a fourth-grade student. Dad's biggest hobby is reading books.
He reads books almost every day. Sometimes he reads late at night. Whenever I ask him to take a rest, he always says he will read a little more.
Mom's hobby is knitting sweaters, whenever after dinner, my father and I study, my mother will be sitting next to me and my father knitting sweaters, often knitting late into the night. I like reading books as much as my dad does.
Every day after school home, after writing homework, from the bookcase out of the composition book and story books to see. Reading books makes me broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge.
Every day, my dad picks me up and drops me off at school, and my mom goes to work and comes back in the afternoon. At noon my dad picks me up and brings me home and cooks for me even though he is very tired.
Dad cares a lot about my growth. Although he is usually very busy at work, he insists on tutoring me every day, asking me about my studies at school, and teaching me to respect my teachers, unite with my classmates, and study hard at school.
Often tell me the story of scientists, encourage me to grow up like them to do a contribution to society. Dad never dream clothes a ㄇ? The first thing that I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I am doing. I'm not sure if I've ever been in a position where I've had a good time. Bar Department of neon filter? The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him. What do you think? What's your name? What? What's your name? The medium is a good place to start? What's going on? Ah successively protected by the discipline? Sometimes also play games with me and guide me to do small production.
Mom is very concerned about my health, every time I go to school, she has to carefully check the clothes I wear, in summer for fear that I'm hot, in winter for fear that I'm freezing. Once, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, by noon, my whole body was weak, my mother knew, and hastened to make my favorite dumplings.
In Dad. Mom's concern, I thrive, learning and progress, Dad and Mom are very happy. I also often use Sunday time to help mom and dad do some of the chores within their reach, usually rarely make them angry. Last year, our family moved into a new building.
I have my own bedroom and spacious and bright study. I'm more energized to study.
Our laughter is often heard in our home. I feel very happy to live in a home full of love, I love my home.
The story of the family Because of the change of the times, the computer has become a common thing in the people's homes, my family also followed the trend to buy a computer. But I didn't realize that it would cause a storm.
At first it was quite peaceful, but after a while, every day off, I, my father and mother always have to scramble for the computer, my father is always very overbearing, a wake up even breakfast is not eaten, strutting to grab the computer, my mother and I always hide far away. There are times when I really want to play with the computer so much that I can only sneak around in the middle of the night.
So I've asked many times to buy another computer, but my mom, who is a money-saver, refused, telling my dad, "Just give your son a little time. Mom just finished, but the father left ear in, right ear out, as if mom did not say anything, as usual, hold this computer does not let go, this time the mother angry, I am also angry, together, said: "We have three chapters of the law, or else.
"Dad seems to be under live, said:" good.
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I then immediately drafted the agreement and printed it out. Mom gets the morning hours, I get the afternoon hours, and Dad gets the evening hours.
Now mom reads books and finds information on the Internet, dad uses the computer to speculate on stocks, and I use the computer to play games and become a game master. Although the computer is useful and fun, but do not be addicted to the computer all day, or you will lose yourself, the consequences are unimaginable.
I love my family - my family 2005-04-29 19:15:11 Click: 1155 2005-3-30 I have a happy and cozy home, which is made up of my father, mother and me. .
6. Write a 500-word essay on the topic of warm family"Home" is a warm and sweet word, "home" is the source of making people strong and happy.
"Home" is the father's kingdom, mother's world, children's paradise. Everyone has their own home, and so do I. I have a warm and happy home, a home full of different moods, different colors.
Every day after school home. Mom would always smile and say to me, "Baby, back!" When it's cold, she will hand me a cup of hot water and drink it to feel warm in my stomach.
Mom cooks all kinds of meals for me every day. As long as I like to eat, she always willingly do for me.
And Dad will help me check my homework at night and tutor me in all my homework. My home will make me feel solid, whenever I am outside what distress or aggression, mom and dad will put their arms around me, stroking my head, seriously listen to me tell me the pain in the heart, and then seriously guide me, teach me; help me to open the knot in my heart, abandon the trouble, with a bright smile to meet a better tomorrow.
In my family, we are a family of three, everyone is equal, we are united and love each other, help each other, encounter difficulties together. None of us can leave this cozy home.
Let me feel more and more, home for everyone how important ah! My home is a small home, the motherland is everyone. All of us Chinese children, in the motherland's heart nurturing, fight 636f70793231313335323631343130323136353331333339656438 courage to take off.
Wrote a touching story; created a shocking fact. It is because of your hard work that we have a happy and beautiful life today ...... Home is our dependence; home is our friend; home is our big world.
7. Essay on the topic of warm family (write about 3 people in the family)Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor where every child lives.
I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my home.
I love my home, a happy and warm home. Mom and dad love me a hundred times, so that I y appreciate the warmth of home.
Whenever I come back from school, my mother is busy in the kitchen for me to do a delicious meal, my father sat on the side of me, accompanied me to study, when encountered will not be the problem, my father will patiently give me to explain, my mother is very concerned about my learning, she is afraid that I am tired of learning, and do their best to think of ways to strengthen nutrition for me. Every morning to me to cook a cup of hot milk, but also always adjust the party to me to do dishes.
I love my family, a harmonious and happy home. In my home, there is always a peaceful atmosphere, and we are always in harmony as a family.
Mom and dad have a very good relationship, almost no quarrel, dad speaks with humor, always make my mother and I laugh. I am a very understanding and not capricious child, do not make mom and dad angry.
If I get good grades in the exam, my mom and dad will celebrate me, take me to eat my favorite iced desserts, every time I am the first to pour a glass of wine to my mom and dad, because I know very well that the achievement of my grades, in addition to the teacher's credit, but also can not be separated from my mom and dad's cultivation of me. I love my home, a home that I can rely on.
Whenever I encountered difficulties or grievances outside; it is mom and dad to help me solve the difficulties, listen to me tell the pain in the heart, so that they taught me how to face life, face the facts; it is they taught me to understand that life will not be smooth sailing, but a person should know how to face the challenges and trials of life. I love this warm and happy home, let love forever in my home.
8. Seek a "warm home" as the theme of the essayI have a warm home. I have a warm home. My father and mother love me the most.
I remember one time. Dad and mom took me to Chengdu to play, one day in the middle of the night I suddenly had a high fever, . Dad and mom were very anxious, there is no hospital nearby. Dad had to pick me up and run quickly to a hospital a few miles away from here, I'm confused and open my eyes to see his sweat from his forehead big drops downstream, not long to the hospital, after the doctor examined and said to take some medicine on the line, Dad listened to a sigh of relief.
My father's love for me is in life, but my mother's love is in the study, I remember once I failed a math test, I was afraid that my mother would punish me heavily, the heart is very nervous, back home, my mother looked at the paper and did not get angry, she was very gentle with me, said, this test is not okay, but you need to find out their own shortcomings, next time you will not make the same mistakes. Another head, my homework is very messy, my mother was very angry, with a stick to teach me a hard lesson, after my mother told me that beating you is for your own good, in fact, beat you mom is also very heartbreaking. Mom, no matter how busy, every time she comes home is the first to ask me about the situation of homework, I remember once, the night is very deep, I suddenly woke up to find the study and the lights, I think my mother forgot to turn off, I ran to turn it off, and suddenly found that my mother is checking my homework, and that's when I felt the warmth of the home.
Dad, mom's love for me is little by little, I can not return them, but only to study hard.
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9. Please write a composition about the campus with the main theme of 'Warm Home' You can choose to write the scenery Write Writer WriteTitle;; campus, my warm home
The air is filled with the breath of the quiet, but also a few fresh, building, grass, teachers, students, playgrounds, and so on. ...... quietly pushed open the balcony window, looked up and looked, oh, the sun smiled and illuminated you - my campus.
The morning light is hazy, *** melodious, bright white light sprinkled in every corner of the classroom, all things seem to be so bright and cozy. We are still as usual, holding the textbook in hand to read aloud. I happened to glance out of the window, and there it was! The past quiet side of the handrail when more such a lovely figure, the fist size of the birds standing there, but also from time to time twisted the small head, as if to call in the ear to listen. Yes, they are listening to the sound of our reading aloud.
Time flies, now I also stepped into the classroom of the middle school, once the scene is still vivid in my mind, in such a number of cloudy, light, light as cloudy days, there are too many of the sorrow does not belong to our age multiply, in the age of the vine entangled in the deep scars, but also full of laughter, full of joy, in every corner of the campus I feel the campus life, my life with the campus, my contact with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus, my life with the campus. The life of the campus, my contact with the campus, there is an ocean of knowledge, hard-working gardeners, the accumulation of emotions, diligent students, caring for each other's roommates ......
However, the middle school we are choosing a different life and life, each with their own and the campus of the happiness of the step close to the dream.
Listen to a warm song, I sit in a corner of the campus, in the sunset afterglow open a book, write heart new, collected into the leaves of the tree clamped in the book. Sadness and happiness are simple things, the words flow in the fingertips to record the story of the time. Maybe life is so colorful, back history, in the rolling tide of time to draw the accumulation of thousands of years or from the South Pole to the North Pole, along the latitude and longitude, even if occasionally lost coordinates orientation, but will always go to the direction of happiness; hold a favorite book, swim in the ocean of philosophy, looking for Platonic comfort; occasionally in physics class lying on the grain clearly on the desk to write about the mood or hallucinatory sleep. Sometimes complain about rote memorization boring, look at the thick information. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service.
At this point, turned to another corner of the campus simple and not publicized youth, from school to the home of the simple harmonic motion. ADP constantly combined with the phosphoric acid converted into ATP, burning the residual frivolity of the flowering season rainy season. Exercises thick like a dictionary, test papers one by one floating down as the autumn leaves opened up withered the cardamom years of the light dance. Maybe in the eyes of others is boring and pathetic, but they enjoy themselves. Like to do chemical and biological tests, looking at chlorophyll slowly climbed on the filter paper dense, orange, red, yellow and green pigmentation band, fuzzy color blurring the mark of youthful splendor. Solve a test question, ask to understand a knowledge point, as if climbing Mount Everest. Life is so monotonous, monotonous to simple, simple to happy, happy to like.
My campus, not only friends, classmates, teachers, and you my campus accompanied me through the seasons of the year to appreciate the "spring of the elegant orchid, the summer of the light He, the fall of the bright chrysanthemums, the movement of the pride of the plum", the seeds in the cultivation of the gardener, the faint aroma of starving flowers pervade the campus. Because the school is the cradle of cultivating talents, I live with the campus, nourishing the accumulation of knowledge, emotional color accumulation, is a unique landscape.
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You are so silent and intimate with me, and quietly for me to light the starting light of life. Minute by minute, point by point, I feel in my heart, now and that forever hungry future, I will never forget you: my campus.