Birds have comfortable nests, ants have warm holes, and I have a warm and beautiful home. Home is like a safe haven. When the sky falls, my mother holds it up, and when it rains, my father blocks it. I am a happy child, living in a safe haven without any worries and spending one spring and autumn after another. I love my family!
This room is very big. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a khaki sofa, which was neither expensive nor upscale, but it was clean and affordable. In front of the sofa is a black TV set, which is polished every day; Look at the restaurant again. There is a round dining table in the dining room. In the evening, our family of three got together, ate a sumptuous meal and talked about everything. What a wonderful moment! Finally look at my little world! The bookcase is full of all kinds of books, and the bookcase on the ground is also full of books, which makes people fondle it. There is also an experimental box in the corner, which is full of gadgets I made, such as "electric car" and "submarine". I still have a treasure chest, and no one can move it. There are my diary, real bullets, some toys and wallets I like, and so on. ...
My parents' love for me is immeasurable and endless.
I vaguely remember that during the National Day holiday, I had a high fever of 39. 1 degree. My mother is in a hurry. First of all, I got an injection, but my temperature is still 38 degrees. The next day, we rushed to the hospital and took blood tests. My mother was sweating with fear when she saw the increase of white blood cells. She hurried home and had an injection for four days.
Home is a warm and beautiful home, comfortable, happy and harmonious. I love my family.
I don't know how you know the word "home". Let me talk about my understanding of "home".
Home is a great product of the combination of two people. There may be only parents and their love, or grandparents, uncles and aunts besides them. My family belongs to the latter, it is a big family, and there are many people with different identities, besides parents and younger brothers, there are also grandmothers, uncles, aunts, cousins and nephews.
In fact, I often complain about my home. Like a summer steamer. It still leaks when it rains. There are traces of my brother and I's childhood dreams on the wall. There are still many shortcomings I haven't complained about. ...
But it is not a place without rooms. This room is particularly warm in winter, so there is no need to turn on any heating. Every winter, after school, I return to a warm home from the cold world outside, and the fatigue of the day is instantly unloaded. By this time, grandma had cooked the meal, and the steam was steaming while the iron was hot. I brushed and ate several bowls. After dinner, I gave my grandmother a bath and an overheated hot bath before I felt really warm. On rainy days, in the morning, my mother will let us take umbrellas to school. It's stormy outside, but warm and peaceful inside. The happiest thing is the holidays, especially the Spring Festival. Not only do we have our own food, but we can also get some food from my uncle. They are also very happy that I came. We spent several festivals together.
This home is full of laughter, but also full of affection, warmth and peace of mind. Home is our yearning in the storm, and it is the warmth after setbacks and pains.
Excellent composition 3 "You have gone too far!" I shouted, staring at the paper in my mother's hand like an angry wolf. "I don't care, I won't write if I tear it!" "
I rushed out of the house and slammed the door with my backhand, and the heavy voice echoed in the empty corridor. There was a thin spring rain outside, and small but cold raindrops hit my face, gradually washing away my anger. Confusion replaced anger and left home. Where should I go?
It was raining hard, so I was embarrassed to hide in the corridor. Looking at the gloomy weather, I began to miss my warm room, pink cot and air conditioner. ...
"Ha, little beauty, where are you hiding from the rain?" A familiar voice came, and it was Sister Yang. "Why are you here?" I asked. "I left my keys at home, waiting for my mother to come back." She smiled and shook her mobile phone. "What's the matter with you?" "My mother tore my composition, and I ran away from home!" "You are very proud," she said. "Is it not a composition? It's very cold here. Go home quickly, and I will go back. "
She left. I regret it. It's also my stomach. I'm still afraid that I'm not determined enough. I'm also urging. I'll wait for someone to come to me. Forget it. I said to myself, it's close to home anyway, and we haven't left the community yet.
When the shouting started, I was a little surprised-it was mom. "You child, how can you run away like this!" She said, pull up the car and go, "I'll drive out to find you!" " "
My nose is suddenly a little sour. It turns out that home is the place where people are always waiting for you to come back.
Grandma's home is in Putian, which is a beautiful place. The four seasons are like spring and autumn, but there is no bleak autumn.
In the morning, the foggy and slightly chilly air here reveals the breath of autumn. Looking around, pearl-like dew rolled on the veins. The breeze blew and the fog dispersed. In an instant, it was no longer white, but green that could be seen and touched.
After a while, the sun came over unscrupulously, and the remaining fog disappeared without a trace. I can clearly see the veins crisscross, and the sun shines through the leaves and falls to the ground one by one. Cattle and sheep in the field are grazing leisurely, fish in the water are playing, and wild flowers are dotted with this beautiful watercolor painting.
At dusk, the floating clouds seem to be colored by the painter. The trunk is warm and golden, not like autumn yellow at all. Heaven and earth become chaotic, like morning mist covering the world.
The moon rises silently from the mysterious forest and hides in the clouds. It scatters light on the earth, like a lamp, the brightest lamp in the night, and it has a silver-white border on the leaves. The moon is constantly sketching and smearing, trying to draw a hazy beauty. This kind of beauty is not the coolness in the morning, nor the scorching sun at noon, nor the sunset at dusk, but the drowsy, incomparable beauty, irreplaceable beauty and breathtaking beauty. ...
After the National Day holiday, I had to leave my grandmother's house. But I won't be sad that I will never see these beautiful scenery again, because the beautiful scenery will reappear next time. Maybe it won't be like today, but it must be unique.
Farewell, beautiful grandma's house, my second hometown.
There are five excellent compositions, which are a warm vocabulary. Many people drift away and miss their warm homes; When you leave home for the first time, you will miss your warm home; When you are lonely, you will miss your warm home. ...
During my summer camp trip, I understood the meaning of home. It was a nine-day trip, and I almost visited the famous scenic spots in Suzhou and Hangzhou in the south. I looked at these landscapes and didn't forget to take pictures of them with photographic equipment, so that they could be fixed in the photos. Show parents photos that are not "good-looking". Parents don't seem to care about the photographer's photography skills, but praise the beautiful scenery and are full of joy.
What is home? It is tolerance and sharing. And strict love is a different flavor.
In an exam, my Chinese score was only 86, which was ten points lower than my math score. My mother said to me earnestly, "Chinese is our mother tongue." As a China person, we must learn Chinese well. " So I set aside 15 minutes to copy words and write sentences in my spare time. Of course, half of it is voluntary, and the other half is requested by my parents.
Now, when I am a little afraid of the coming exam, I will learn from the tone of my family and say to myself, "People always have to experience pain, but there is no pain that no one can't solve ..."
Home is connected with love. What is home? This is love. what is love ? That's home, no matter where you are, where you have a home is your home.
My hometown is a place with beautiful scenery and flowers.
My hometown, an ordinary mountain village. As soon as I entered the village, I saw the big banyan tree. No one knows how old it is. Grandma told me that when I was a child, this banyan tree was very big and needed several children to surround it.
Not far from the big banyan tree, there is a bridge. This bridge is very old, but it is strong. Many people walked around him and he didn't complain. Under the bridge is a stream, crystal clear. Some ducklings play happily on the water, or put their heads into the water for food, or flap their wings to attract a wave of water, or sing briskly with their mouths open. Looking at this chubby duck, I can't help reaching for it. "Hey, I got it!" I shouted happily and called my mother. I caught the duck and my mother caught me again. At this time, I was more flustered than a duck, leaving the duck and running.
There are always many flowers and plants in the yard. I often throw flowers and plants into the water and watch them drift away.
Now the old house, the dust on the wall falls off, the paint on the gate falls off, and the tiles on the roof are covered with moss, as if telling us about their long years.
The old people in the small village love to look at the entrance of the village, as if expecting their children to come back soon. Old people always like to plant some flowers in front of their houses, but these flowers are always secretly picked by children, but the old people don't care. They also like to sun some things like corn and meat. But their happiest thing is to let their children play in their yard and chat with them. I always hear old people say trivial things and always see them sleeping in the sun.
The scenery, things and people of my hometown will remain in my heart forever.
I have a happy and warm home, a hardworking mother, a strong father, grandparents who love me, and a naughty and lovely brother.
Although my mother has a short time with me because of her work, she is hardworking. My mother gets up at dawn every day, cooks food for the whole family, and spends the rest of her time washing clothes. What socks, warm clothes, trousers, autumn clothes and coats are all piled up, but my mother can always wash them one by one in no hurry. I always want to say to her, "Mom, you are so tired, take a rest!" " "
My father doesn't look big, but he is strong. Dad can carry 100 kg feed bag. Every time after breakfast, he pushes a car full of feed to the pigsty. Dad said a cart of feed weighed 500 kilograms. I sincerely admire my father: that's amazing!
My grandparents are very kind and care about me. I remember that I caught a cold. Just like the end of the world. They took my temperature in a hurry, poured water for me to take medicine, and took turns to stay in front of the bed and wipe my face to cool down. I fell asleep slowly under the care of my grandparents. Woke up in the middle of the night and found them still sitting in front of the bed. I love dearly cried "grandparents, I'm fine. Please rest quickly! " Grandma touched my cool forehead and said with a sigh of relief, "finally!" "
My brother is naughty and cute. Once I was doing my homework, my brother crept up behind me and suddenly leaned over my ear and shouted, "Sister, you have a caterpillar." I was most afraid of bugs, so I jumped up and shouted, "bugs?" Where is it? "My brother grinned and pointed at me and said," What's the matter, you've been cheated! ""I was flushed with anger and stamped my foot, but I didn't have the heart to hit him.
My home has always been full of love. I love my home!
I love my family because I have one.
I love my family, because I learned confidence from it. I still remember that it was the first day of school and the teacher asked me to answer questions. Although I know the answer to the question, I dare not speak. My legs were shaking when I stood up, and I cast a look of help to the teacher. I was even more afraid when I heard the urging of my classmates and saw the teacher's puzzled expression. Tears swirled in my eyes, and finally I burst into tears. After returning home, my mother gave me a sentence, which I still remember: "There is nothing to be afraid of when you speak, so you should express your views more." Opportunity knocks but once. "I was suddenly enlightened and became the favorite speaker in my class. Because of this sentence, I love my family.
I love my family, because I learned tolerance from there. I remember once, the teacher asked our class to clean up. I took a small rag and wiped it left and right on my acre of land, which was difficult to clean. But just then, a naughty child threw the garbage into my site. I immediately flew into a rage and threw down the rag to argue with him. But instead of apologizing to me, he refused to admit his mistake and called me unreasonable. I was so angry that I didn't even eat. When I got home, I cried about it to my family. My father said to me earnestly, "Be tolerant and generous, and don't care about trifles." After listening to his words, I became a tolerant person. I love my family because of this.
I love my family because I have a family.
Home is a warm word and a warm place. Home is the harbor of our life, which makes us feel warm. Home is an oasis of the soul, let us live in the sun. Home is the scenery of life, let's dream. I love my family!
I love my family, the port where I live, and a happy and warm home. My home is neat and casual. The living room, dining room, study and bedroom are full of warmth and culture. As soon as I got up, I smelled delicious food and saw my father busy. After school, I saw my mother waiting for me with a smile ... all these made me feel warm at home and made me very happy.
I love my family, the oasis in my heart, a harmonious and happy family. When I have difficulties in my studies, my parents always patiently explain to me. Whenever I am sick, my parents are always with me. They always listen carefully to some things happening around me and share their happiness with me. Whenever I get good grades, they always give me congratulations and encouragement ... which makes me feel that my home is always full of laughter and happiness.
I love my family, the scenery in my life, a family that I can enjoy. During the holidays, as long as I have time, the whole family will travel together and let me feel the rivers and mountains of the motherland. Feel the meaning of life more. Home is a part of my life and a long and beautiful life landscape. My parents always give me comfort and guidance when my heart aches.
This is my warm and happy home. I love my family. I love every member of my family, and I love every story of my family.
Today, my father, Hu and I went to the Bank of Communications where Huang Yijia's mother works, and participated in the "Xiaojin Rongjia" activity.
My father and I drove to the Bank of Communications first. Then, we entered the gate. As soon as I entered the bank, I saw Huang Yijia running with a big smile on her face. She and I shouted and hugged. Soon, Zhao and Hu came, and Huang Yijia said, "Let me teach you how to count money!" Everyone said in unison, "Good!" Huang Yijia demonstrated several times. She came up to us and said, "Hold the money first, then sink it in, hold it down with your thumb, and you can count it." When everyone is good at it, the game officially begins. First, there are six characters: Dr. Ward, Jojo, Mei Mei, Jiao Jiao, Tony and Prawn. Huang Yijia's mother showed us many small videos and asked us many questions. I answered two questions and got a pencil and a book. How many presents they have!
Finally, each of us got a blue schoolbag, which contained the annual certificate of "Bank of Communications Xiaojin Rongjia", a growth passport and a chess financial game. ......
Today, I not only had a good time, but also learned a lot about money. This is really a meaningful activity!
One rainy night, I saw a stray dog running past me in a hurry, but this short moment made me feel sad-everyone has a home, and whenever it rains, we will hide in a warm home, but where should these stray dogs hide? Where is their home? Like a big stone on my heart, I am full of contradictions. The night is so quiet, but my heart is not as calm as the sea in the storm ... Yes, dogs, our loyal friends, are like candles burning the flame of life for us. They have done so much for us, but what can we repay them? Humans ruthlessly destroyed their homes and left deep scars in their young hearts. This reminds me of a word: "home". Some people think that their home is a warm kennel in a greenhouse, some people think that their home is an iron cage like a prison, and some people think that their home is beautiful and magical nature. I think their home must be a wonderful place for them, and it will certainly heal their mental wounds. As long as they are happy, that is their "home".
I want to tell you, give dogs more warmth, draw an equal sign between man and nature, and give them a happy home!
Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much, so I am no exception.
Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. So home is the most important spiritual pillar in anyone's heart.
I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. The sentence "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether people or animals, as long as they face it for a long time, they will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.
At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.
I am most happy that my parents have provided me with a comfortable family life environment. At home, I am very comfortable. What I like best is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk to do my homework every day, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time. When I have time, I will look through books in the bookcase. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. I also like my little garden. It's a garden, but it's not a garden. It's just a clearing in my yard. Here, I left a little play.
I love my family. Although it has no tall buildings, gorgeous decorations and luxurious cars, I just love it, every member of my family and every story of my family.
There are four people in my family: father, mother, me and my sister.
My home is a big house with three floors. It's clean and bright. Is a warm family, everyone has their own characteristics, a bit like the radish family.
Carrot-Mom: Let's talk about our economic administrator. My mother is short and short, like a carrot. My mother also likes to wear red clothes. Once our family visited, my mother specially wore a red leather coat, red boots and a pair of red and white socks. How like a carrot's mother! My father and I always say to her, "Why do you like red so much?" Mother said, "This is lucky! Good luck! " Alas! We are really speechless.
Green radish-Dad: Why do you say that Dad is a green radish? Because he is fat, and in winter, he eats carrots all day. He often says to me, "As the saying goes,' eat radish in winter and ginger in summer'." Look how healthy and strong your father is. "I retorted," Yes, it is almost a national first-class protected animal. " We all laughed.
Radish-me: I'm an emotional person. When I see the sad plot, I will cry. When I see a funny plot, I laugh. I'm not tall or short, but my mother always likes to compare me with the tallest classmate in our class and say, "Look at you. Everyone else is a head taller than you. Why don't you grow taller?" I said, "Mom, why don't you compare me with the shortest classmate?" Well, let's see what you can say.
One day during the winter vacation, my parents and I went to visit my grandfather's house.
When we arrived at grandpa's house, our grandparents knew we were coming and greeted us at the door early. As soon as I entered the room, I saw my lively and lovely cousin, who was playing alone in the toy pile. As soon as my cousin saw me, she ran over and pulled my hand tightly to her toy pile.
My cousin has a pair of round eyes, a red mouth on her chubby face, and her whole body is round, so I nicknamed her "meatballs". My cousin has curly hair and a fat figure. Many adults call her a doll.
At noon, grandma called everyone to lunch. I took my cousin to wash her hands and went to the table. My uncle is already eating. Cousin suddenly shouted: "I want to eat mice, I want to eat mice!" " "When my cousin shouted, I was confused. At this time, my uncle was puzzled and asked, "Where can a mouse eat?" "Dad, you are eating now!" My sister pointed to my uncle's bowl and said plausibly. It was a long time before everyone understood. It turned out that my uncle was eating oysters, and my cousin said it was a mouse, so she shouted. My cousin, a greedy cat, amused everyone, and we all laughed our heads off, especially my mother, and tears fell down. My uncle said, "A greedy sparrow only knows how to eat. "
My cousin is only two years old, and everyone thinks it's funny that she treats oysters as "rats"! Cousin is quite embarrassed to see us laughing at her! I ran to her toy pile to play.
Dad said that the country is now building a modern new countryside, and the word "hometown" will definitely have new meanings in the future. Go and see what the new countryside is like now. Dad drove us back to our hometown.
Half an hour later, our car turned from the expressway to the clean cement road in my hometown, with trees on both sides, flowers in full bloom and butterflies flying. The scenery is beautiful. We quickly opened the window, gulped in fresh air and enjoyed the scenery on both sides.
Passing by a small park, there are rockeries, fish ponds and precious exotic flowers and grasses, which are colorful and beautiful. Let's climb the rockery first and pose for photos. Then, I came to the pond to see the fish. These fish are red, white and colorful. As the steamed flowers we prepared swam back and forth, a wide red silk scarf was formed, which sometimes fluttered with the wind and sometimes became a ball. That's great! According to dad, this used to be a wasteland.
Through the park, we boarded a high pavilion, where we can enjoy the artificial waterfalls flying in the distance and make a rushing sound. It feels great! The waterfall that can only be seen on TV has actually appeared in my hometown. Father said that it used to be a big puddle, but now it has been built into an artificial lake. I can't wait to go to the lake. The tree is reflected in the center of the lake. In the distance, a flock of ducks are swimming, an old turtle is basking in the sun on the water, and fish are wandering carefree. Dad is busy fishing with a fishing rod. My mother and I catch tadpoles and turn crabs by the water. I also jumped into the river and had a water fight. What an interesting time!
This is my hometown. New countryside is more beautiful than city. This is a good place for leisure and play. I love my hometown!