I love my hometown-Changzhou junior high school composition

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 day after school, my mother cooks good food for me in the kitchen. She is very concerned about my study. My mother is afraid that I am tired of studying and tries her best to strengthen my nutrition. My mother cooks some nutritious breakfast for me every morning. Dad will sit next to me and study with me. When I meet a problem that I can't do, my father will patiently explain it to me.

I love my family, a happy and harmonious family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of four always live in harmony. Dad is humorous and always makes his mother laugh. My parents often say that I am a sensible and willful child. If I get good grades, my parents will reward me.

I love my family, a family I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside, my parents help me solve them and listen to my inner anguish. They 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.

At home, my parents seem to be my good friends. Laugh and laugh every day. Even how unhappy I am on my way home, I feel relaxed and free as soon as I step into the house.

My father is a man who can't express his feelings, so I doubt whether he loves me many times. But I still gave my father a positive answer, because I found that my father didn't eat delicious food every time, but let me eat it, and then I found out how much he loved me. Whenever I think of these things, I always feel sour and sweet.

My mother is an ordinary woman, but she is a great mother. She devoted all her love to me. Whenever I am discouraged by failure, she will comfort me and encourage me: "It doesn't matter, there will be another time if I don't do well in this exam. As long as I know how to sum up my experience, I will definitely do well in the next exam. " Whenever I hear these words, my heart is full of sweetness, because I find what a good mother I have.

I love my family, I have such a good home!

In fact, everyone should have a harmonious family, but some people think that family is pressure and trouble. With a family, my mother is more nagging and my father is more strict. In fact, home is also very warm. When you are wronged, sad and unhappy, home is like a shoulder you can rely on. I am a cheerful person, maybe I think my home will always be so beautiful. There are four people in my family, father, mother, sister and me.

Dad is a serious and careful person, and there is a famous saying that may reflect his character. The famous saying is: be honest and diligent. He always tells us jokes when he is free, which often makes us cringe, but if he is diligent in his studies, as long as I am a little careless, he will definitely spray the dog blood I scold.

Growing up, he took good care of me. In a blink of an eye, I went to junior high school, but he still cared about me and loved me. He is my father. My father is very strict. Whenever I make a mistake, he always gives me a solid lesson, and then he will teach me how to do it and let me do it correctly. My father loves me very much.

It was a rest day. My mother went out at six o'clock because of something urgent and couldn't go home until late. She said to me the day before, "Mom is not at home. What do you want?" This makes me very happy. I promised, but I can't wait for my mother to leave early. I think that's great. Without mom's nagging, dad will have to work overtime. Hum, there are no adults at home, and children are kings. I can lie in bed without taking a nap and play whatever I want. Wow, it's beautiful.

The next day, I got up lazily after nine o'clock. Just after brushing my teeth and washing my face, I can't wait to turn on the computer and steal food. Haha, stealing is really enjoyable. I was having a good time when my stomach suddenly "goo goo" rang. I see it's almost 1 1 point. Ah, I haven't had breakfast yet. I quickly took a bag of milk to drink, and then continued to play computer until my head was a little dizzy and my eyes were confused. To make matters worse, I have a stomachache! God, am I really so unlucky? It's both happy and sad. This is dad coming home. He looked at me sad and asked me what was wrong. I have to report the facts honestly. After hearing this, my father gave me medicine, and then seriously criticized me and told me why these things happened-skipping breakfast, playing computer for a long time and drinking milk on an empty stomach. ...

I remember that day, it rained cats and dogs after school, but the rain didn't stop. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Because I didn't bring it, I waited in the classroom for a long time, but the rain still didn't stop. The students in the classroom have been taken away by their parents one by one, leaving me alone. At this time, I thought of my grandmother's kindness again. If she came to pick me up, she would shed tears involuntarily. A burst of thunder disturbed my imagination! I looked up ~ to my surprise, my mother was outside the classroom. She was carrying a bag of school uniforms in her hand, her clothes were wet by the rain, her hair was messed up by the rain, and a smile appeared on her face. This is an unexpected scene for me. I walked out of the door at once. I gave my mother a hug, which was the first hug since I was sensible. My tears slowly flowed out, and my mother quickly said to me, I'm sorry, my mother is late, so don't cry. I nodded and said, mom, I don't blame you. Mom listened and hugged me even tighter. In the rain, a mother carried her child on her back and held an umbrella. She leaned back as far as possible to prevent her child from getting wet. Gradually, she walked away in the rain.

Home can give you a kind of warmth, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, people are important pillars everywhere. I love my family.

Chapter 2: I love my family.

What is home? It is a sail struggling in the storm and a long-awaited haven; It is a wanderer in a foreign land, and a full moon hangs high in the sky; Or the ancient battlefield, bloody soldiers, holding flags and waving whips, went straight to their long-awaited "paradise"?

Since ancient times, our family has entrusted us with too many emotions. Speaking of home, that kind of warmth and warmth, that kind of sense of belonging and security, arises spontaneously! In my pen, home is always the same color, and those frozen memories will linger no matter when and where.

In fact, home gives me the most primitive feeling, just like a giant umbrella, which holds up a blue sky for me. But under the giant umbrella, the sweat fountain of struggle, the blood rain of sacrifice, the flying white hair, the vicissitudes of life, the wrinkles on the face and the rickety back are still vivid.

mother

My mother always thought that she was so sacred-as tough as a pine tree, as unyielding as a plum blossom, as broad as the earth, as selfless as a silkworm, as warm as the sun, and she was transformed by me. I really don't know whether my mother is the reason for my existence, or because of my existence, I can make her unreal, just like in The Duke of Zhou's Dream Butterfly, if Xu is real, if Xu is real.

This is my most primitive feeling about my mother, such as clear spring water flowing slowly through a mountain stream and clouds floating quietly in the sky without any impurities. So in real life, after rational thinking, what kind of mother will I write?

Speaking of my mother, I can't help falling into the dusk of my childhood memories, but if I think about it carefully, I just feel like some fragmentary puzzles, incomplete.

I only remember that when I was a child, my mother worked in an ink factory for six yuan a day, not to mention going out early and coming home late every day. Every day after school, I will go to the factory not very close to the school to help with odd jobs. The color inside the factory always seems to be the same gray, and even the uneven ground smells of ink from time to time. Looking back now, it seems to be the taste of childhood. The timidity of entering the factory, the joy of going home, and the seemingly passing wild flowers are all open to me. Accompanying my mother is the playground of my childhood and the paradise in my memory.

Childhood is drifting away, and it seems to be a precocious teenager. When I was in junior high school, my home was far from school and I went home almost once a week. Recalling my four-year journey, wildflowers, fish, broken bridges, streams and sunset are still clearly visible. Every time I go home, from a distance, I will see a hazy shadow standing in front of my house, watching from a distance. Sunset and the afterglow of sunset guide the road and extend to the distance ... warm pictures, such as beautiful silhouettes, will always be fixed in my heart.

In that sealed memory, my mother will always be so young and beautiful, just like the evergreen tree in front of the door, and will never be old. I remember the last time I went home, I haven't seen you for half a year. Wrinkles covered her chapped skin. The once beautiful Scud is now like a shrinking weed. Is it because I have neglected it, or "time makes people old"? I don't know anymore.

father

Speaking of my father, my heart seems a little heavy. I always feel that he is not beautiful in speech and clumsy in doing things. In front of me and my brother, he always likes to "talk loudly" and move out a lot of "philosophy of life", which is endless. If you add the word "serious" to him, you can better describe him. In short, I always feel depressed when I get along with him.

I remember the fifth grade in primary school. On that day, heavy snow and falling snowflakes wrapped the earth tightly, and the cold wind blew wantonly in this big ice room. Accompanied by a few friends, I got back my report card with poor grades. My mother didn't say anything but encouraged me, but I still looked blank. My father is not so accommodating. He took the report card I handed him and looked serious. I just hung my head and didn't dare to look him in the face. His anger, like lava from a volcano, suddenly erupted. First he crumpled up his report card and threw it at me, then he gave me a scolding. Maybe I didn't respond, and my angry eyes grew longer and longer, so he pulled out the belt tied to his body and whipped it. I cried and got under the table, huddled up, my mother was pulling my father hard, and the cold wind was still blowing outside. ...

In my memory, this time my father hit me the hardest. Although he hasn't hit me since junior high school, that kind of fear lingers in my heart and makes me instinctively reject him in my usual life. Looking back now, I just feel that I didn't fully understand him.

Remember six months ago, I accompanied you to Wuhan for car inspection. You said it was expensive to stay in a hotel and you were afraid that your car would be stolen, so we were going to sleep on the street for one night. It's getting dark and the street lamp is on. I want to go to the internet cafe all night. You may be worried about my safety. After thinking for a long time, you finally agreed to my request. But the next morning, I didn't show up on time. You go to the internet cafe on the street and go door to door. I was anxious for half an hour and suddenly appeared in front of you. I saw you angry at me and talking about something. When you rushed in front of me, you suddenly took off your hat and threw it on the ground. You were going to hit me with your hand, but you controlled it and scolded me. I was stunned by this sudden scene, and everything was spinning. ...

"An adult like me, maybe I will lose it. Is it worth it? " When I got home, I thought.

Later, in a TV series, I occasionally saw such a group of pictures: a girl came home late at night, and her father looked for her for a long time and almost called the police. When the girl suddenly appeared in front of him, what I didn't expect was that her father slapped her hard, and then they hugged each other and cried. I was stunned by this picture. Looking back now, I only feel that I was too smart.

younger brother

Speaking of my younger brother, my mind is full of childhood memories. Catch lobsters in rice fields and catch the sunset on the western hills in the scorching sun; Together in the mud, played a mud battle; Design traps together to bully the little A next door; Catch fish together in the water until your hands and feet are white; Chasing the sunset in the field together until you are tired and tired, lying on the ridge of the field, let the warm spring breeze blow your childish face ... but occasionally you will blush and have a thick neck because of a candy, and you will once fight for your "private property". But for the unspeakable feelings of childhood, such as a meaningful and rhyming picture, I have endless aftertaste.

Flying memories, lost childhood, and those yellowed photos all have our shadow. The beauty of childhood, because you and I exist together.

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Now, I have been studying in other places, and I usually gather less and leave more. Even in winter and summer vacations, it may be difficult to go back. I wonder if my dog has grown up. I remember when it first appeared, it was still a very small one. I wonder if the saplings in front of the door have grown taller. I went home last time and planted them with my mother. I don't know how many small fruits the peach tree has produced this year, but I am sure that my father is greedy again. I don't know if my ailing grandmother is in good health now, but last time my brother told me that she was sent to the hospital in the town again. I don't know, my mother's hair has been dyed white by years; I don't know if my father still eats porridge for three meals because of stomach trouble; I don't know ...

I love my family!

Article 3: I love my family!

"I love my family, my brother, father, mother ..." Every time I hum this familiar song, I feel an inexplicable kindness in my heart.

I love my family, its warmth and happiness; I love my family because it has always inspired me; I love my family because it is so comfortable; I love my family. ...

I love my family because he has a humorous father. Once, I failed in the exam and went home very depressed. Seeing my grades plummet, my nose hurts, and my tears can't stop, so I "click, click" and fell down. My father, who cooked the meal, saw me and said solemnly, "No, no, the country is short of water now. How can you let Jin Doudou waste it? " I have to connect it to a basin quickly. "Say that finish, really end a basin, these actions and language are hungry oh smile through tears. Dad is very humorous and brings a lot of happiness to the family.

I love my family because it has a mother who inspires me to move forward. My mother set an example for me in my study. Last summer, the weather was very hot and the heat was unbearable, but my mother had to take the professional pharmacist qualification examination. Every day, besides going to work, eating and sleeping, she always holds a book, a pen and a notebook, thinking hard, remembering, watching, uninterrupted and several times. Mom's college classmates asked her out to a party, but she politely declined. Once, my mother sat at the table all night and fell asleep at the table. Suddenly I smelled a strong burning smell from the kitchen. When I got up, the milk on the stove overflowed. I quickly turned off the fire and sighed. At this time, my mother was awakened, rubbing her sleepy eyes and seeing milk all over the floor. She woke up: "Oh, no, I forgot that the milk is still hot on the stove!" " "My mother studied very hard and worked very hard. I set an example for her by example.

I love my family because it is full of honest atmosphere. As long as I can remember, my parents taught me to be an honest child. In order to set an example for me, they pay attention to honesty everywhere. Once, my parents and I were playing in Jie Fangbei when my mother's cell phone rang. After listening to it, I learned that the unit asked my mother to go back to the factory immediately to deal with emergencies, which was urgent. I thought: My mother finally took me out to play once, crying and clamoring not to let my mother go back to the factory. My mother said to me very seriously: "personal things are small things, and collective things are big things." I have promised the leader to go back immediately on the phone. I can't break my word! " After that, she handed me over to her father and left in a hurry. Dad lost no time in saying, "son, learn from your mother and be an honest and trustworthy person." I nodded puzzled. I grew up in this honest family.

I love my family because it is harmonious. Many families have been separated for various reasons, but this kind of thing has never happened in my family. My parents are very loving couples and like-minded "iron buddies". How can the "hardcore alliance" hurt their feelings because of some trivial things? My parents love me. If we compare our home to a big tree, then my father is a stout trunk, and I am a flower dotted on the tree, and my mother is a lush branch. We depend on each other and help each other. I love my parents, and I cherish their love for me. I thank them for cultivating this small and weak tree. The love of the three of us combined into a home, a complete and warm home.

When the bird falls behind, it will think of its comfortable nest; When the puppy feels hungry, it will think of its warm nest; When I leave home, I will be full of nostalgia.

I love my family!

Chapter four: I love my family.

Home is our shelter from the wind and the cradle of our growth. I love my family.

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one

Alas! I failed the math exam again. 120 only scored 72 points on the paper. The bright red music has been lingering in my mind for a long time. I walked on my way home, like a snail crawling slowly. I don't know how to face my parents who are suffering. I don't know what terrible storm will come next.

Finally, I went home. "Mom, I'm back!" I whispered.

"Why didn't you come back now? The food is cold. Your father and I are in a hurry! Come on, eat quickly! "

My heart suddenly trembled and shed tears of excitement. "Mom …" I sobbed, "I'm sorry … I didn't … pass the math exam." I hug my mother.

Mother smiled with tears and said, "It doesn't matter. The exam is nothing. Eat first. " Just then, my father pushed the door and came in, his dark face covered with sweat. He put down his hoe, wiped his hands, picked up the paper on the table, squinted at the light and looked at it carefully. My face turned red. I feel confused when I see my father sometimes frowning and smiling comfortably. I asked, "Dad, I took the exam."

That's too bad. What are you laughing at? ""I'm laughing. You are such an idiot. " Said and pulled me to bed, "me! I really can't help you. You are too careless. You often make mistakes in simple topics, but you are right in more difficult ones. Look at this paper! The scores of multiple-choice questions are very serious. The total score is only 24 points. If you do eight small questions, you will be half wrong, and 12 points will be deducted. Moreover, these questions are very simple. What did you do wrong? " I bowed my head and said shyly, "When I saw others doing it quickly during the exam, I made a mistake when I was in a hurry." Dad patted me on the back and said earnestly, "son, in fact, everyone's potential and ability are similar, just because everyone's psychological quality is different, which leads to high and low test scores." My daughter is very clever. I believe you. As long as you get rid of your carelessness, you won't get only a few points in the exam ...

I didn't expect my parents to blame me, but instead of blaming me, they comforted me and helped me find the reason for my failure. In fact, every time I lose, they treat me like this. It was their words that comforted me, and their actions inspired my confidence. I thank them for loving them more.

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"Mom, I have to go. You take good care of yourself. " I walked out of the house with my schoolbag on my back.

"Hey, wait a minute, clothes! Take the clothes. The weather forecast says it will rain the day after tomorrow, and the temperature is so low. Bring more clothes to prevent colds. "

"Oh, I see. I will take care of myself. Don't worry, mom! " "Well, I'm leaving!"

"Also, there are a few jins of sugar is Mrs Yang sent a few days ago. Take it to school! " Say that finish turned into the house to get candy.

I thought, "Mom, really, I won't eat it if I take it." But I still put it in my schoolbag.

"Did you get the money? Don't lose it. Listen to the teacher at school, don't make the teacher angry, and don't have conflicts with classmates. Ah! "

"I see, mom, I'm going to school, or I'll be late." "Goodbye!" Say that finish and ran away. Look back at mom again, she's still waving stupidly there!

Every Sunday, my mother's nagging is my compulsory course, but I still enjoy it. Although sometimes, I don't seem to like my mother's nagging so much, I understand that every word she says reveals her deep love for me.

Yes, home is our harbor, and home makes us feel a lot. Home makes me happy every day. I love my family!

I have grown up now, and I have experienced a lot in fourteen years, but those profound words make me miss my family and make me happy.

At home, I bathe in the sunshine. At home, I enjoy the baptism of rain and dew. I don't envy how much money and fame others have in their lives. I only hope that my parents have a healthy body. I only hope that my parents and I can be together forever and be happy forever.

I grew up at home, and I love my family!

Chapter 5: I love my family.

I have always believed that children's language has a magical power, which is the simplest but the most touching.

So I asked a five-or six-year-old child, "What is home?" The child thought for a moment, looked at me with his innocent eyes and said, "Home is where I can be with my parents."

I'm really touched. Yes, what a simple sentence, but it makes the most perfect interpretation of "home".

Home is parents, warmth, love, affection, joy of reunion and caring for parting. Home is a house that can accommodate all emotions. No, it's not just a house. It is more like a ribbon, connecting each other's concerns, and it is not messy at all.

Even if you wander around, home is still your miss, and home is still your miss. Perhaps, a phone call and a letter can extend the length of home to thousands of miles away. This end of the home is connected to you, that end is connected to your thoughts, and there is a warm current in the middle. As the song goes: When you leave home, the farther away you are from home, the closer your heart is to her. ...

Perhaps the caring ribbon comes from the mother's hand, "the thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward child's body". Mother sews clothes for the wanderer one by one, and the wanderer wears them on his body, shouldering not only a dress, but also the expectation and concern of the family. That line is not only a line to accompany the wanderer, but also a distant heart. And wearing "home" clothes, why do wanderers swim? It is understandable to fight for the country and study for further study! But if he is looking for "freedom", he will go home disappointed. Only then did I find out that, in fact, home is the only unrestrained world I have. At home, I can chat with my father or my mother. I can't forget the laughter at the dinner table and the encouragement from my parents when I was frustrated. Home will always be my warm harbor.

I love my family, because I love my parents, the sky I can swim in, the happiness I share with my relatives, the sadness I share with my relatives, and everything about her. I am happy, because I have my home, and I can love my home. In my eyes, the most unfortunate people are "homeless" people, and the most stupid people are "runaway" people.

"Homelessness" means losing freedom. Just as Jews in World War II were driven out of their homes by the German invasion, I don't know how many Jews, persecuted by the German army again and again, still hid at home, because only home can give them the safest feeling until their homes were forcibly pushed down and trampled, and most of them were waiting for a gunshot. Home has become their last and greatest hope in life.

"Running away from home" means giving up freedom. It seems that the scene of slamming the door is very close. When you step into the society alone, you find greedy and dangerous eyes everywhere, and there is no warmth or joy at home. Left home, went to loneliness, left two empty eyes, and broke the integrity of a home.

No matter "homeless" people or "runaway" people, when they have experienced the hardships of life and the cold inside, they will give a heartfelt cry-I love my home.

Such a cry exists not only when you are lonely and helpless, but also when you enjoy the warmth of home, a heartfelt word. Everyone has his own home in his heart. Everyone was happy for the happiness of his family and missed his thoughts at home. Thank God for creating such wonderful words in this world. From then on, the lonely experience has been supported, the fear experience has been strengthened, and the home is so magical, so beautiful and so broad!

I love my family, so don't forget the song hidden behind the comedy I Love My Family: for a silent promise/silently guarding you for so many years/whether tired or lonely/waiting for you wholeheartedly forever. ...

Finally, please review the beautiful interpretation: home is a place where you can be with your parents …

Article 6: I love my family.

Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat and my mother is a sail, carrying Wen Wen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.

Speaking of my family, happy things happen from time to time. Although the sparrow is small and complete, yes, my family is like this. Although there are only three people in my family, officials of all sizes are well informed. My father is the president of the United Nations, and my mother and I are permanent members of the Security Council. We discuss family affairs together. Take turns to be the duty student at home. The happiest thing is that on the day when it's my turn to be on duty, I can exercise the rights of an adult, master the expenses at home that day and buy a lot of things I like to eat. Although peace is the mainstream of my family, there are occasional local wars. . I remember once my mother came home from work with a big bag of things and mopped the floor as soon as she got home. Just because my mother is an impatient person, she does things very neatly. If she sees you dawdling there, she will definitely kick you. Soon my father came back. As soon as he got home, he put on the airs of the president of the United Nations and asked his mother to cook good food for him. Now my mother is rebellious and quarreling with my father. My father refused to accept the argument that "men are the masters outside and women are the masters inside", but my mother did not show weakness, posing that "Indonesia and Malaysia are both female presidents, both men and women who have governed the country, both inside and outside."

Although my home is small, it is always full of happiness and happiness. At home, my father is just a civil servant and my mother is an ordinary worker. But they are very concerned about my study and life. My father often tutors and checks my homework. Last year, when I was in the near future, my father went to Nanning on business, but he still called me to encourage me to review well, not to put too much pressure on the exam, but to have confidence in doing well in it. My mother is the hero of my family, and she is as busy as a bee every day. I have no free time at all, but she definitely cares about my study. Every day, no matter how busy I am, I will take time to check my homework. Because of her low level of education, I ask her for advice when I encounter any problems in my study. She will definitely teach you a few words: "I don't attend classes, I only know how to ask." Think for yourself! As soon as there is a mistake, she fights with each other and beats me to the ground. My dad can't help her with this! In life, my parents can be said to be considerate and meticulous to me, but their caring methods are different. My mother dotes on me as much as possible to meet my dietary hobbies and dressing needs, and often gives me small change, while my father, on the contrary, prefers to let me eat vegetarian food such as vegetables I don't like, often teaches me to eat snacks with a straight face, often tells me about his hard life at school, often lets me watch revolutionary feature films and helps me borrow some past events. He seldom gives me pocket money, which gives me the feeling of being stingy, but also generous. I remember in July this year, my father asked my mother to buy less meat, but my father loved meat. When I asked my mother why, my mother told me that my father saved money to help me buy a "memorable star" that I yearned for. I couldn't help crying when I heard the news.

Every weekend, people in the yard often see our family playing badminton, poker and other games. When the sun goes down, people in the town often see us walking along the river bank together. In my family, what can be happier and happier than this paradise-like happiness? In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.

Home is a word that is warm when mentioned and fascinating when remembered. People who are destined to be a family.

Home, everyone has a home, and home is the most familiar place for everyone. There are our dearest family members, the most beloved things.

Home is the earliest society that everyone comes into contact with. There are our joys and sorrows here. And everyone's mood will affect the mood of others in the family.