In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about that family property. So no matter how much he suffers, he can wear a high crown and hold a sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home.
No wonder some people say that "when we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow is holding the green horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink back again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a river flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of a peaceful seat in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era often drifted in the mountains and under the ancient sunset road because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, but when they saw the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or saw the wisps of light smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye, how could they not remember that beauty? But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist!
Even in peaceful and quiet times, the attachment to home is still so strong. My family is beautiful, happy, peaceful, healthy, and brothers and sisters live in harmony. "Beijingers in new york" tells the overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying there.
At this age, our views on home are even different: we want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live by ourselves; Who walks with me in the distance in the clouds, stays near the sun, can hide their ears, stay away from the secular noise, and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children think so, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their old home and future home together.
Home is not just a house, it is a haven for drifters and a post for the soul. In short, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.
My family and I are the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.
I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home. Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.
I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony. Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry. If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents.
I love my family, a family I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life.
I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.
I love my family.
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. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.
I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it 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.
In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, 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, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.
3. Composition: My parents and I, how to write that they love me the most, love me the most, and give me their selfless love. Parents are the kind of people who would rather suffer than let me suffer. I remember when I was in the sixth grade, my father was on a business trip from Kunming, but these strawberries were too expensive. They are exhausted after only walking for dozens of kilometers, and they are rotting away at home. I took them to wash. At first glance, I can't eat any more. After washing, I put the rotten ones and the good ones in a dishwashing basin. My mother brought me the good food and let me eat it. I was so happy that I ate without thinking. These big, red strawberries taste sweet and fragrant. After a while, my father and mother sat down to eat them. I said to my father, "Dad, these strawberries are delicious!" " Dad said, "Of course, you seldom eat here!" " "Mom said," that is, if you like to eat, eat more! """Yes, yes!" After listening to my mother's words, I was extremely happy. Later, when I was eating, I found that my parents didn't eat from me. Then where do they eat? Oh, I remember I just divided the strawberry into two parts. Are they eating the rotten one? I said to my mother, "Stop eating those rotten things." My mother said, "You can eat those yourself, so let's eat these first." I was very sad after listening to it. I said, "If you want to eat those, I'll eat them with you, or I won't eat them." What you eat is harmful to your health. "Dad kindly told me." Then it's bad for your health after you eat it. "I replied with curious eyes." Now that we are grown up, it doesn't matter at all to eat. Besides, our resistance is very strong, but you are still a child and can't eat. "Mom advised me again." Should children listen to adults? ""yes. "So should I listen to my mother's call to eat well?" "Yes, but I can't bear to watch you eat bad food, while I am eating good food. ""Never mind, as long as you eat, we will be happy. " After listening to my mother's words, my eyes filled with tears and I said, "All right! I listen to you. " I picked up a strawberry and ate it slowly. At that time, many ideas came to my mind: (pay attention to the division of levels and don't make the paragraphs of the article seem too heavy) I must take good care of my parents when I grow up and let them live a happy life. At the same time, I hope all children in the world will respect and care for their parents, and don't let them live lonely in their later years, but let them live a happy old age.
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. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.
I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it 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.
In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, 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, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.
Family, like a drop of dew in spring, can always live out the air-dried homesickness memories in the sad years; Family, like a shade in summer, can always support the blue sky of the lost in the scorching sun; Affection is a ray of sunshine in autumn, which can always warm the heart lost in the bleak wind and rain; Home, like a snow in winter, can always wash away the dust of the trudgers on a dirty journey. That's it, no impurities, no distance, no hypocrisy. It's just silently connected blood taking care of each other.
I have an uncle. He is neither handsome nor tall, but he is simple. It seems that every time I see him, I am very serious, which makes people feel very puzzled. Of course, he is not good at expression, but he is meticulous to everyone.
I remember my mother once said, your uncle! When you were young, I took you to the park. You run in front, he runs after you, and you play everything. That's naughty. Your old uncle will pay you in the back. You can imagine how helpless my uncle was at that time, which was a kind of doting on me! A picture flashed through my mind and I groped for it. I still remember clearly: Xiao Su! You don't even know. When you were young, I took you by bus, because you were still young. I hugged you. There were a lot of people in the car. I looked down at you and you fell asleep. I dare not move! I'm afraid to wake you. I got off the bus. I can't feel my hands.
Glittering tears ran down my cheeks, which contained too much emotion and love! My uncle, who seems unable to express himself, didn't know your love for me.
I like to look back. Looking back on the past, the smoke of those memories can be blown away by a gust of wind or kept unconditionally, but no matter how we look back on the past and look forward to the future, we can't change our love for each other!
I wrote a composition with my family. My parents and I 16 years ago, a baby girl was born. Needless to say, it was me.
I forgot about it when I was a child. All I remember is my innocence, naivety and willfulness-in order to eat delicious food at home and get better, I would rather be beaten by my father than go to kindergarten, and I was dragged by my father. Always clamoring to sleep between parents when sleeping; Every day after school, I will follow my father to his factory. At that time, my father was a worker, and I always liked to pick ripe grapes and wild flowers in the factory with my father. Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have grown up, while my parents are old.
When my father was only in his forties, his hair was already gray, but my mother's face was covered with wrinkles and some ugly spots. All laid off, they started a small business together to support me.
Get up early and get greedy every day. In order to save a few dollars, they always do the work of moving and lifting things alone. Dad's stomach is not good, and mom's feet sometimes hurt, and she doesn't want to take money to treat diseases.
There are 365 days in a year, and there is not a day when they are resting. As for me, although I have grown up, I am still ignorant.
I have a holiday. After finishing my homework, I went out to play with my classmates. Seeing that my classmates have beautiful clothes to change every day, I want to buy clothes myself. At this time, I didn't expect that my parents' clothes had not been changed for several years. When I was a child, I liked shopping with my mother very much, because every time I went shopping, she always bought me beautiful clothes.
When I grow up, I don't like going shopping with my mother. I feel my mother is so old. Why is it so ugly? Walking in the street with her will be laughed at. How unfilial I am! Last year, I was addicted to the Internet, so I stubbornly asked my father to buy me a computer, and my father finally agreed.
I'm so happy. How hard it is for parents to make money, and they spent thousands of dollars at once.
After having a computer, the first thing I do when I come home from school every day is to turn on the computer and go to bed very late every night because I can't bear to leave the computer. Dad comes back after 1 1 every night, and I have to applaud several times before turning off the computer to sleep.
It was grade three, and I was about to graduate. My parents are sure that I can get into the best high school here, but I am worried to see that I am so obsessed with computers. Every few days, my father and I have a serious conversation.
I also know that I have a great responsibility, so I restrained myself, but I still don't pay much attention to my health. My constitution is not very good, so I am worse.
Dad bought me milk, and it is stipulated to drink a bottle every day, and there are fresh fruits every day. Three days after the senior high school entrance examination, my parents bought me breakfast every day before going out to work, for fear that I would not have enough to eat.
Now that the senior high school entrance examination is over, I didn't let them down and got into the best high school here. I have a holiday, too. I went to my third aunt's house for ten days and then went home, just in time for my mother to worship God that day.
My family seldom worships God, and I wonder why my mother worships God. When I prayed to God with my mother, I heard clearly-"Thank you for your ancestors' blessing and bless XXX (my name) to be admitted to a key high school. "In my mother's words, I clearly heard her voice trembling, heard her bitterness, and heard the comfort that I was admitted to a good school.
I lit a gold ingot candle and looked at the ground. I saw water dripping from my mother. I looked up at her and saw my mother's face covered with water drops. I can't tell which are her tears and which are her sweat.
Now, I have really grown up. I deeply understand that all my parents' love is concentrated on me.
Please forgive my once ignorant and willful daughter. Perhaps, my parents never blamed me at all, but I want to repent for my willfulness.
God, please forgive my unfilial kindness. Please give my parents health and health to all good parents in the world. Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life.
I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.
I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home.
Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.
I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony.
Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry.
If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents. I love my family, a family I can rely on.
Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life. I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.
I love my family. 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.
However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere. I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family.
"Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it 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, talking and laughing every day.
6. Hello, my family and I wrote a 600-word composition on the topic!
There are three people in my family, namely my parents and me. Although our house looks like a stove.
The children are so similar, but our family has different personalities.
My father is a hothead, and he is in a hurry to do everything. Once my mother bought a new pair of beautiful styles.
As soon as my father saw it, he took it and tried it on. "Well, just right!" "Dad praised mom.
I am good at buying leather shoes and walking around the living room like a model, for fear that we won't see my father wearing leather shoes.
The majestic appearance, the next day, my father couldn't bear to wear new leather shoes to work. one more
The next time I had dinner, my mother and I didn't do it because the soup was very hot, and at this time my father made the same old mistake again.
After that, I picked up a spoon and filled a spoonful of soup, and then I gulped it down. Who knows that dad is too impatient.
I drank it without blowing, and my tongue hurts. Hehe, this is my father's character.
Impatient.
Mom is a two-faced person. The first side is gentle: once I broke a bowl and hurt my hand, mom.
I heard the sound, ran over immediately and saw this scene. It seems that I get in the way to take care of my broken bowl from time to time.
Instead, I was carried to the sofa first, then I held the medicine box and put it on the wound with a band-aid, and then I touched it.
My hand asked kindly, "Does it still hurt?" As soon as my voice fell, my heart surged and moistened like a warm current.
My heart. The second side is harsh: I once copied a composition from the Internet because I wanted to be lazy.
In the evening, my mother read my composition and asked me, "Did you write this yourself?" I lied and said
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"I wrote it myself." "Did you really write it?" My mother looked at me with stern eyes. "yes.
I wrote it myself. "This voice can only be heard by myself. Actually, I want to say I didn't write it, but
I lied to escape the pain of my flesh and blood. "This can't be written by you! yourself
Look at that! "Mom threw me the book and I read it from beginning to end.
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Ah! Wrong copy! Actually, I copied it
It's a college entrance examination composition, it should be a primary school composition! "I was wrong." So I was skinned twice.
The pain of meat. Alas! In retrospect, I have a dull pain.
My personality is a combination of mom and dad, both impatient and two-faced. Let's talk about dad's first
Quick temper. I don't like procrastination. I can do it as fast as possible. Why waste time (just like my classmates)
Then I will say that my mother has two sides. My mother has two sides of her mother, so do I.
My two sides, the first side: optimism, when I encounter an "incurable disease", I am not depressed first, thinking: I am dead.
I'm already dead. I can't think of a good way. Instead, relax first, for example, look at the green, or listen to a small class.
Music, let yourself be optimistic and let your brain turn. Hehe, is my method good?
You might as well try!
This is the character of our family!
I've been thinking about you ... I always do something wrong ... 1. The sunshine in May warms people far away from home. Who will warm you? On the day I left the village, in the hot summer, you told me again and again what to do and what not to do.
So, what could be more exciting than disobeying you? I went against your wishes to make you panic and notice me.
I can't see sadness and love. I think of you occasionally. Ever since I wandered around.
And forget the way home, the villagers who work in the yellow land sleep at night, but they are used to holding the small cotton-padded jacket you sewed. Even if the hot summer comes to cure insomnia, cover up the scars I won't reveal. Every time I feel homesick, I bite hard on my arm until I get a call from you, asking me how many times I pretend to be busy and live a full life, so don't miss it.
You come to the final conclusion: "among many children, she is the most heartless one!" " "You said that I would never miss home. On the day of departure, mom, I was itchy. These mosquitoes in a foreign land suck my blood.
Suck your blood, suck you day and night, hold me in the womb, my umbilical cord absorbs your nutrition, I suck your milk with my mouth that can't be called "mom", and I ask you for this and that with my hand that can't hold your hand. Thank you, thank you, you will never refuse me to feed mosquitoes, which will harm others and yourself. My dearest and kindest person. Since Taigong was burned alive by the fire, since Grandma struggled in the hospital bed, she has never been able to get up since several car accidents: the dead, the lame, and ugly scars.
Maybe this is just a false alarm. At the funeral, my indifference was in sharp contrast to other children's swollen eyes. In the dark, grandma stroked my hair with trembling hands. I shut myself in a dark room.
I feel that I am free, or liberated, crying and calling for you loudly ... People who are sad in a foreign land maintain their affection with their hometown, relatives and mother with money, house, career and tired body. 7. You said you were old. Wrinkles, gray hair and cough are all expressed for you before you speak, just like a knife gouging out your heart.
I began to hate you when you were young. Your fairy tale forgot to tell me the secret of immortality. You say it's over, it's really over.
I'm waiting to see your old age. 8. I'm standing at this intersection again, sending me from my hometown to here.
8. How to write a composition with your family? My home is a home full of fun. In this home, I will always feel the interest of life.
In my opinion, my parents are the best couple in the world. My mother is hardworking, virtuous and good at housework. My father is clever and humorous, and he is good at work. They cooperate quite humorously in life. Dad likes to say that once he starts talking, he will never stop talking. What can he say in theory? What do you mean by "philosophically"? What "fried dough sticks have no nutritional value"? What is "the shortage of talents is in line with economic benefits"? I admired a scholar when I spoke, and my mother joked, "Don't talk nonsense there." . But I can see that my mother admires my father's eloquence. I don't think my dad is good at it. Every time I find fault with his logic or his grammar, but every time I attack, my father saves the day.
My sister is a fifth-grade student. Although she is short, she likes being clean and dressed very much. Every time a classmate asks her out to play, she always measures the benefits of dressing up and combs her hair smoothly. In a word, it takes a long time to dress up. Once, her father asked her to bring a dish for dinner, so she picked it up and walked on the catwalk. Only when she heard the voice of "Xi Lihua" from the room did she have a somewhat depressed expression on her face.
In the evening, the room was full of laughter. Mom is busy cooking and serving, dad is still talking, and my sister shows her beauty to the fullest. What about me? Then put on an inscrutable look of middle school students. At the moment, our families have their own postures, which is enough for a play.
This is my home, a home full of fun.
9. My family and I write a 700-word composition at home. My mother is the apple of my eye. Being with my mother is like spring breeze blowing into my heart, which is particularly comfortable.
Being with my father is like drinking a cup of hot tea, and my heart is warm. When I don't do well in the exam, my mother will gently say, "honey, you didn't do well in the exam this time." You must cheer for me next time! " "And dad will break into a furious rage and want to slap me.
Maybe this is the so-called hate iron not to produce. If I have a problem that I can't do, my father will tell me very carefully: if I have a problem that I can't do, my father will tell me very carefully; If I want anything else, my father will certainly satisfy me as long as he can do it.
When I want to clean up at night, my father will let me go to bed and let him clean up. I did my homework late, so my mother would let me go to bed early and do it the next morning.
I fell asleep, and my mother often got up to see if I kicked the quilt off. These are my parents. I have a loving and gentle mother and a responsible father. I am proud of this! Grandpa is the best for me! Being with grandpa is like a bumper harvest in autumn, with fruits one by one and endless feelings.
As long as it's my favorite food, even if it's expensive, grandpa will buy three or four pounds back. Let me tell you a little secret: Grandpa cooked most of my breakfast, too! Grandma is the hardest! It was my grandmother who brought me up. It can be said that grandma takes care of all the work at home. I've grown up a little. Grandma could have rested, but I still have a little sister at home, who was brought by her.
I want to say to grandma: "grandma, you have worked hard!" " "In my heart, mother and grandmother, one is an angel and the other is a patron saint! I have a warm and harmonious family. I love my family more, my family.