Composition, urgent request, titled "Going Home"

Home is a haven that allows me to find my soul’s destination after frustration; home is my soul’s solace, allowing me to find myself when I am upset; home is a beacon of enlightenment. Help me find my way forward when I lose my way. As a senior in high school, although I go home less frequently, it does not stop me from wanting to go home at all. Because there are people at home who I always care about, who I can rely on for my soul, and who are the source of my happiness. At home, I can feel true happiness. Home, that warm and free space. As long as I am at home: there is no sense of restraint, no worries, and no excessive pressure from study. It makes me feel as if I have entered a beautiful paradise, carefree and comfortable! Whenever school is on holiday, I have an indescribable feeling. This feeling makes me breathless and I really want to skip class and go home. But I must control myself and try my best to listen to the class as usual without being distracted. As soon as the school bell rang, I immediately picked up my schoolbag and went straight to the carport. I got on the car and rushed to the door of my house. I sat on the small stool in front of the table at home and ate "Mother's Brand" meals. It really "had a special taste in my heart." . At this time, all the troubles in my heart have shyly escaped, and the happy things have emerged in front of my eyes, shaking and unable to go away for a long time... Whenever this time, I feel the smell of happiness at home - —Sweet and delicious. But sometimes, I'm afraid to go home, because every time my test scores are not ideal, I always feel guilty about my parents, and I always feel sorry for them. It makes me feel uncomfortable to think that I have not done the "work" that I should do well and have to go home every week to collect my "salary". However, every time I return home, my parents still treat me with "the same sound", At this point, I am speechless, I am speechless. I can only warn myself silently in my heart that I must study hard, work hard, be worthy of my "job", and more importantly, be worthy of my parents, Huang Tianhou...

2 He still remembered that twenty years ago, he had a lot of banknotes, two pairs of rough hands, two haggard faces and a heart yearning for the outside world. So he chose the window, determined not to be in the mountains. Wandering... Yes, he left the beautiful scenery here, left the hard-working and simple villagers here, left his parents, and rushed to the outside of the mountain - the alluring brilliant lights. In fact, with his ability, he is fully capable of carving out his own path in life in the mountains. Opening mountains and planting trees can make him famous; the exotic flowers and fruits all over the mountains and plains can make him rich. But in his eyes, this place is barren, because his dream is not here, but outside the mountains. After leaving the mountain, he discovered a world where dreams can fly. He was fascinated by the splendor and bustling lights outside. He thought, yes, he could carve out a world of his own here. More than ten years have slipped through his fingers in the blink of an eye, and he has become a real boss through his continuous hard work. Wearing BMW clothes, sitting upright in a BMW sedan, with a few secretaries who are good at observing words and expressions, he was riding gracefully on the large and wide asphalt road, his face radiant. But, gradually, gradually, he began to be confused and overwhelmed by the colorful and flashing neon lights. His heart began to feel an inexplicable emptiness. His head was also dizzy and he was a little tired of city life. Huh? Oh, there are dense trees on the high mountains, fish swimming freely in the water, and beautiful and colorful blooming flowers in the green grass. The pictures of never caring emerged one after another in my heart, which was tired of intrigues, and actually wiped away some of the dust in my soul. He remembered the increasingly haggard faces of his parents before leaving, the calluses on their hands worn out by life, and the warnings from his parents before leaving: "If you don't want to stay outside anymore, let's go home, ah!" Silently! , silently, he sobbed. There is a tree outside the window, and a bird's nest was built on the tree at some point. The birds flew away, looking back at the home they once lived in with nostalgia, and flew away with a few flutters.

He cried again. Why didn't he miss his family, his parents and the mountains and rivers of his hometown? He seemed to see the light in his parents' dim eyes that wished him to return. He is determined to go home