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The composition of going home

It is happy to go home. The following is my complete composition about going home. Welcome to reading.

Chapter 1: Going home, a warm name, is not only a shelter from the wind and rain, but also a real space for people to rest. But for those of us who live on campus, going home once a week is far from satisfying our desire to go home. Although the school has intimate friends and tutors, it is far less warm and cordial than going home.

Going home, everyone is very excited and happy. This is a long-term expectation to go home and leave. Home, good or bad, is always the destination of the spirit and the storage place of the soul. Students and wanderers who are away from home will miss home for a long time and a short time. The longer they leave, the deeper they think. No matter this home, whether you love it, hate it, or treat it lightly, home is always home, that is your fetter, and your fallen leaves come back to the roots.

It is happy to go home.

As soon as I got home, the feeling of warmth spread. Warm feeling, only oneself got the message. My own experience is not only as warm as the spring breeze, but also a sense of familiarity. Familiar looks, familiar sounds, familiar movements and all familiar things, relatives are still like that, and may add a vicissitudes of life because of the passage of time, but in the eyes, it is still the same.

Going home is also very dull.

I don't feel particularly excited every time I go home. It may be because it is close to home, or it may be because of personality. In my opinion, plain is the most real. There is no great joy or sadness, but a faint feeling, such as clear water blowing, cool wind blowing, natural and smooth, silent warmth. I think this is going home.

Home is the purest place in the world; Home is the place you really want to have and return to; Home is the place where you were born, grew up and even gave you the last bit of dirt to rest in peace.

I hope everyone can go home and have a look, experience the warmth of home, and experience the dullness of home, a different kind of dullness.

Chapter two: When I go home, I always say that adolescent children are "adolescent rebellious and menopausal temper." The past that happened to me really fulfilled this sentence.

I remember that my mother and I made the whole family restless because of a small incident that year, and my mother kept scolding me. I couldn't help it, so I yelled at her: "Scold it! Scold as much as you like, even if I kneel on the road ahead, I will go out! " "pa!" A voice burned my face. I didn't shed a tear, because my originally numb heart was dripping blood! I stubbornly walked out of the house and left without looking back. My father shouted in my ear. I just want to move on, and the tears on my face drop by drop. I don't want my father to see me cry, because I don't want him to look down on me. I knew it was my rebellious attitude, but I obeyed under the pretext of my humble self-esteem.

After I left home, I went to an Internet cafe nearby. In that virtual world, I thought I had found happiness, but I found myself silently sad. Dad found me. He knew I didn't want to go back with him, so he put down his money and food and left. I still don't look at him and stare at the computer as usual, but I feel as if my father has been looking back and expecting me to go back with him.

In the evening, when I was going out to do some shopping, I found my father still squatting in front of the Internet cafe. I looked at him blankly. Suddenly, he stood up. I thought he found me, but I soon found out that he didn't. I saw my father bending over and stamping his feet, with a breath in his hand. In the cold wind, Dad's scrawny body stands out, his head seems to have a few white hairs, and countless wrinkles on his face can't tell the vicissitudes of time. My thoughts returned to the alley full of laughter at home, with my father. When I was a child, I often let my father hold my hand. I always say, "Dad, let's go home!" " "The thought of this makes my eyes hot and my nose sour. My father finally saw me, and I went over to hold back my tears, but not everyone was afraid of being looked down upon by my father. Dad was shocked. I smiled and said to him, "Dad, take my hand and let's go home!" " "Dad reacted and immediately took my little hand with that old big hand. Looking at my father's scarred hands for our family's life, my tears finally fell, but I felt very happy. I said to my father with tears in my eyes, "Dad, I will let you hold my hand and go home when I get lost." Dad smiled and said, "Yes!"

My father and I embarked on the road home. ...

Chapter 3: Going home I have experienced many firsts since I was a child: swimming for the first time, skiing for the first time, flying for the first time ... but what I still remember is the first time I went home alone.

At that time, I was still in grade three. One day after school, my father came to pick me up as usual. When I passed the subway station, my father suddenly said to me, "hey, you are not young, you should learn to go home by yourself." Today, you can go home by subway. " Ah! Let me go home alone! I dare not. What should I do if I meet the bad guys? But seeing the serious expression on my father's face, I had no choice but to agree in fear and trembling. So my father told me how to take some precautions. After dad's persuasion, a "thrilling" journey began.

I packed my schoolbag and walked into the subway station alone. I swiped my card into the station, but as soon as I entered the station, I found a problem: one train was bound for Guangxi Gate and the other was bound for Dongzhimen. Which one should you do? I tried to recall my father's words: "Go to Guangxi Gate by car." So I got on the elevator and came to the platform.

There are many people waiting for the bus. My heart is pounding like a rabbit in my pocket. Looking around, I always feel that there are bad people around me. Look at this aunt, dressed strangely: carrying a big leather bag and wearing a pair of high-heeled boots, like a bad person, stay away from her; Look at the uncle next to him, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, a pair of shiny big shoes and earrings on his ears, just like the boss in the movie, how terrible! Stay away from him, too. In this way, everyone in my eyes has become a guy who "weasels pay New Year greetings to chickens-no good intentions". Seeing this uncle, unlike a good man, he was afraid of being discovered and had to move away bit by bit; Look at that aunt. She doesn't look like a good person either. She must go away at once. Hey, I finally saw an old woman with a beautiful face. Just stand next to her.

Finally got on the bus. When I got on the bus, I kept saying to myself, "Don't be afraid, be bold. What are you afraid of when you are so big?" Be sure to get off at Shaoyaoju Station. "Although I say this, I always see pictures of children being trafficked on TV in my mind ... I hold my hands tightly, and soon my palms are sweating. In my eyes, every minute is like a year.

"The Shaoyaoju station has arrived." Hearing the sweet voice of the radio announcer pulled me back from my fantasy, so I quickly got off the bus. I feel much more relaxed when I swipe my card out of the station. Far away, I saw my father waiting for me downstairs. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and now I am safe. I ran to my father.

"You made it!" Dad said to me, "When you grow up, you can go home by yourself." At this moment, I seem to feel that the sun is brighter and the sky is clearer, as if all the small trees are smiling at me.

Yes, I overcame my difficulties and fears. Now I go home by myself every day, and I'm not afraid anymore. I see, as long as you dare to try, as long as you have the courage, you will succeed.

Chapter 4: The Passion of Going Home Summer has come quietly. No heat, but full of hope. Our most anticipated summer vacation has finally arrived. Finally, it was a holiday, and we embarked on our way home. Although it was a happy day, God didn't give face and it rained lightly.

When I got on the train this time, I really found that the train had gone out of my imagination. It was no longer the slow snail before, but a galloping horse on the highway. Looking out of the window, a piece of green immediately came into view, but because of the speed, the beauty was blurred immediately. Looking from a distance, the mountains are reflected in blue and black, which reminds me of the poem "The sunset is low and the sunny mountains are far away" written by Han Cong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Montenegro in the distance is like a beauty's thick eyebrows. The sky is gray, reflecting the mountains and adding a charm. Looking further away, there are mountains beyond the mountains, but the colors are very different. The distant mountain is milky white, as if covered with a mysterious veil, and as if a beautiful woman covered half of her face, it is very lovely.

The mountains of Qingshan in the distance certainly attract people's attention, but the flowers and plants in front of me make me more pleasing to the eye. The grass on the ground is piece by piece. Hand in hand; Sporadic flowers, like flowers embroidered on brocade, have different shapes. There are many unknown trees hung with strings of flowers, colorful, really like ornaments on the heads of ancient beauties, and like strings of small bells hanging on trees, swaying in the wind, small and exquisite, delicate and lovely. The fields are criss-crossed, and there are several small houses scattered along the roadside, which are antique and have a unique flavor.

The road in my hometown makes people feel very warm, and it is more intimate to go home. ...

Chapter 5: Going home, what a tearful word; Going home, that's what people dream of. However, at the moment, I left my parents and studied hard in this strange world alone. I often ask myself: Why? Then-tears streaming down her face.

I always like to quietly look out of the window at dusk, watching the brilliant sunset, watching the sunset dye orange that day, and watching the sunset slowly set. I imagine that my parents in another place must be watching this sunset, and imagine that the world is watching my sunset. It's getting dark, and I hear birds singing back to their nests. Seeing flocks of birds flying back to their nests in the sky reminds me of my home. I want to go home!

I always like to stare at the yellow leaves blown off by the autumn wind on the streets in late autumn. I watched them stagger down from the branches, wandering in the air for several times, and finally slowly landed on the soil next to the roots-the leaves returned to the roots. In the autumn wind, I always stare blankly. I was in tears when there were only a few leaves left on the tree. I wonder when I can go back to my roots. I want to go home!

Yes, it's dark, and all the birds know that it must be warm to go home: when winter comes, all the fallen leaves know that they will be very happy in the arms of Mother Earth. And I-but still a person wandering in the campus, wandering, busy, running around, lonely in the vast world, like a child forgotten by God, unaccompanied. ...

Late at night, I walked on the path, absent-minded, looked up outside the campus, looked at the community, and looked at the nearby dormitory. The lights are brightly lit, and every household is lit, but none of them are for me. My home is not here!

How many times have I called my father in tears and told him that I was going home, but how many times have I given up? Later, I gradually understood, and then realized in hindsight:

The fallen leaves come back to repay the mother earth. When it comes home, the land will be more fertile, and the trees will grow better in the next year: when the bird returns to its nest, it will hold branches when it comes home, and every time it comes home, it will decorate the home more beautifully and warmly. What about me? Isn't what we are doing now to make our home better? I try my best to learn cultural knowledge, skills and life from teachers. I learned to be independent, strong and mature ... I did all this just to make my humble home better and richer one day. Yes, I do understand: decide the future now, work hard now, and your family will be happier in the future. What I can do now is to live a wonderful life in this world.

Now I still like watching the sunset, still obsessed with the picture of birds returning to their nests, and still feel deeply rooted in the fallen leaves. It's just that I'm no longer depressed and sad, but more of a strong and mature, firm belief and beautiful hope. I understand: one day, I will go home proudly, and that day will not be far away.

Chapter 6: Going home is the harbor of life. When encountering setbacks, we always think of home first and those relatives at home.

Home is synonymous with warmth; Home is synonymous with happiness; Home is synonymous with happiness. However, why do some people just don't like going home? The teacher told us that his little son didn't come back this summer vacation. He wrote a little poem. There are a few lines in the poem: "The bird walked out of its nest in the early morning, and now the last sunset is on the hillside. Why can't I hear the birds returning? " Looking at these words, I fully realize how worried and missed their parents are if their children don't come home.

Examinations are something that all students are afraid of. Every time before the big exam, I will "chew" books at home until I can't digest them. And every time my dad looks at me like this, he says, "Don't be so nervous, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Come on, let's go out for a walk. " I said, "Are you responsible for failing the exam?" Dad smiled and said to me, "Will my daughter fail in the exam?" I won't blame you for failing the exam! "I smiled at him, ignored him and continued to" work ". Sometimes when I am nervous breakdown, exhausted and almost at a loss, my mother will come over and say, "Come, I'll give you a massage!" " "Although my mother is a bit heavy, she is still very comfortable and relaxed.

The exam came as scheduled. Although I didn't review well, I still have to take the exam. As my father expected, I didn't do well in the exam. It's raining lightly in the sky. I didn't bring my umbrella. See if I can wake up in the rain! The street lamps sparkled. Are you laughing at my stupidity? I have an idea. I want to go home. Home is the harbor where my ship is moored. I want to go home. My mother waited for me at home and cooked me a delicious meal. My father is waiting for me at home. When I discuss my study with him, my mother will give me a massage and my father will help me relieve the pressure ... I want to go home, I want to go home at once. Home is the nest where wounded birds hide; Home is the inoculation bag on mother kangaroo's stomach; Home is the gap between fish and enemies. ...

Going home and wandering outside are always thinking about these two words. And when I encounter setbacks and difficulties, what I want to do most is to go home.

Chapter 7: Go back to your hometown "often go home to see, often go home to see". This is a classic lyric that people are familiar with. Home is where we grow up; Home is an unforgettable place for us; Home is a shelter from the wind and rain; Home is a powerful gas station; Home is a caring greenhouse. ...

Today, with deep concern and yearning, our family returned to our dear hometown.

Even in winter, my hometown is still so beautiful, and knowing the familiar smell makes me feel very comfortable. Come to the gate, grandpa will set off firecrackers and welcome us home. I think grandparents must be very excited at this time, because their long-lost child has finally returned to their side.

We haven't been home for a year. How homesick we are these days! At the moment I entered my hometown, my heart full of concern and yearning was finally put down. Shouting loudly: "Grandparents, we are back"! Into their arms. The puppy Huahua also barked "Wang Wang", as if welcoming my arrival.

Let's take a walk at home first. Everything remains the same, as before, so sweet and warm. Sitting on the bench, the family sat around the wooden table and talked heart-to-heart about the past year. The song "Go home often" came from TV, "Find some leisure, find some time, lead the children, and go home often ..."

The pond in front of the house is frozen on the lake, shining like a huge mirror. A group of naughty and lovely children are playing with ice cubes, and my brother and I joined the ice hockey team. It is unique to play ice with so many children in such a big pond.

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What a beautiful home. Here, I also want to appeal to everyone: go home often!

Chapter 8: Going home for the New Year Today is February 9, 20 12, which is a good day for me and my parents to go home for the New Year. My parents and I set off happily with our luggage. Let's go to the railway station by car first, check in and wait for the train to come. The train is coming, so we hurry to find our car and car number. When we found it, I relaxed and said, "We can finally go home!" " ""yes! I can finally return to my hometown! " Mom and dad said in unison.

This time, we sat on the hard sleeper. Once, we sat on a soft sleeper. Today, my parents showed me a hard sleeper. My parents said that there were not many people now, so they took me to see the hard seats and standing tickets. I feel very deeply, because each level is different and the treatment is different. It's complicated. Let me introduce you!

The best is a soft sleeper: there are two tables, one by the bed and the other by the stool. Also, a room has four beds, each of which is a little wider than the hard sleeper and has a door. Everyone has two headphones and a TV.

A hard sleeper is better: there are two tables, one by the bed and the other by the stool. Also, a room has six beds, but there is no door and a unified small TV. Although it's not as good as soft sleeper, at least I can sleep and watch TV while lying down.

Hard seats are ok: at least there are seats, tables and water. Although not as good as hard sleeper and soft sleeper, sleeping and playing can make do.

The worst thing is the station ticket: there is only one seat on the train, and there is no seat, let alone a hard sleeper and a soft sleeper.

There are many people on the train. It is not difficult to see that some rich people also buy station tickets and seat tickets, and some poor people also take soft sleepers and hard sleepers. Whether they are soft sleepers or standing tickets, these people have smiles on their faces and their eyes are full of desire to go home for the New Year, although they are very tired along the way. As the song goes: "Go home for the New Year if you have money!"