Write a composition on my home.

1. Write a composition with "My Home" as the main topic, about 400 words, and choose words and sentences. What have I paid for my life? No more, no less, it will be a lifetime.

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I haven't forgotten anything, and I haven't missed anything except my hometown, an unknown suburban quadrangle. I remember one holiday, my mother said I would go out for a walk. I took the opportunity to ask to see my hometown. Actually, I want to have fun with my friends in my hometown.

It takes more than an hour to go to my hometown by car. The fog was heavy all the way, only the trees on both sides were still faintly visible, and the leaves were hidden in the fog, only a few points, which flashed before my eyes and came back. The car goes very fast. Looking up at the sky, Bai Juyi's Flowers Are Not Flowers flowed through my mind, only a short encounter: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, it comes at midnight and goes at dawn." It's like a spring dream, it's like a cloud. "Fuzzy and almost mysterious.

The car stopped not far from my hometown. I stopped and walked with the welcome team of distant relatives. Before I could enjoy the fog, I was welcomed into the quadrangle, just like taking off a scarf. It's a quadrilateral, but it only occupies three sides. The other side used to be a large vegetable field, but now it is a flower bush. I can't tell whether this is a wild flower or a home-grown one. Beautiful and fragrant. That nameless flower, delicate, seems to suddenly fall from the branches. Every petal is pink, and you can feel the fine lines. Some flowers are clustered together, blue is accompanied by sunshine, shining with white spots, like glass broken by naughty children, crystal clear. Every flower opens its petals, revealing a pale yellow stamen, from which I read endless thoughts and blessings for my hometown.

It seems that my mother called me. I left the flowers and turned to the clearing in the yard. The fragrant wind seems to be blowing from the flowers. Looking around, the house was obviously rebuilt, and the outside of the house was covered with red paint, like the whole yard was washed red, and the bright red completely covered the wooden columns and cracks in the wall. I didn't want to add any excitement to the conversation of adults in the living room, so I came to an empty room where I once lived. There is only one window facing the flowers in this room, and the railing of the window has been removed, which is very good. When you open the window, you can see the sky completely, unlike Fang Tian written by Lu Xun, which is completely different from that. The sunshine pouring in from the window illuminates the flying dust and the dust accumulated on the ground for some time. Sit on the windowsill, lean your head against the window frame and look up at the blue sky. The window of the soul is full of countless dreams. If you pursue the direction of your hometown, it is the endless blue sky outside the window.

In fact, this room is not completely empty, and several big boxes are piled up where the bed was originally placed. I don't know when my friends will come, so I went through those boxes like last time. The box was so heavy that I was covered with dust. Finally, I dragged a box under the wall to the front. Some things, we are too lazy to move, most of them are mine. Toys, picture books, exercise books ... I didn't dare to show them all, so I watched some building blocks for fear that I didn't have time to clean them up. Although my aunt wiped it for me when I turned it out last time, the color of the paint is blurred now, just like my hometown in my memory, except that it is not just the color of the paint that is blurred in my hometown. I put away the piece of wood that raised my face, took the exercise book that had just started in primary school and looked at it curiously. At that time, I found that "the sun always likes to coax me to sleep a little longer."

An hour after I left the room. The sunshine outside is brighter, and the spring shines on the ground, all white. At this time, I went up the mountain with some friends. I don't remember if I had any impressions on the mountain before. We only know that the failure is not only the delayed spring day, but also the face of the forgotten hometown. What emerges in front of us are sealed days, sealed nights, sealed years, sealed autumn grass, silent songs and silent poems, which slowly recede.

How much space did you leave for your hometown in your dream?

2. Write a composition with (my home) as the main topic and ask for help. Everyone has his own home. Although my home is not beautiful and spacious, I love my home because it is clean and tidy, because it has-dad is the pillar of our family, and he is very humorous.

I remember once, I thought the math exam was very simple, but I only got 85 points! On the way home, I walked with heavy steps, like a crestfallen rooster, and I was almost home. I imagine whether there will be mixed doubles when I get home, and my heart is about to jump out of my throat. When I got home, it was my father who greeted me head on. Seeing my dejected look, he smiled and said, "A proud rooster's tail was cut off, and it finally stopped sticking up." I couldn't even lift my head, but when I heard this, I was amused by my father. I immediately smiled and threw my sadness out of my mind.

Another time, my mother called me too late in the morning. I said she shouldn't call me so late, but she said why I didn't set my own alarm clock. Just as we were blaming each other, my father said, "I found two slackers again. They couldn't get up, and they said others wouldn't call!" " What he said made us all very happy. Although my father sometimes has a bad temper, I like him to be funny! When it comes to mom, nagging is of course essential. That's what my mother does.

In the morning, when I was still sleeping, I suddenly heard my mother shouting. She shouted in my ear, "Get up quickly, it's past seven!" " "I was shocked. I stayed in bed for a long time before getting up. She shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up. This flag is still being raised today. Don't learn so slowly. You are older than that old lady. You are a child. Do things faster. "As soon as I came back at noon, the meal was ready, and my mother nagged," Eat quickly, the meal is cold. "

Wash your hands first! As soon as I sat down, she said, "Eat more, eat everything, and don't be picky about food. See how tall a person is. I hope you are like her. Eat quickly ... "In the evening, I went home happily, because I had finished my math homework and wanted to play for a while, but my mother said," Write your homework quickly, I haven't written Chinese yet. " Suddenly, my happiness disappeared.

After nagging me, she went to see her father, who was playing computer. Mother said, "The child is doing his homework, but what computer are you playing?"? You shouldn't let the computer rest, and your eyes shouldn't rest ... "Dad was speechless.

My mother's nagging continues every day. I have long been used to her nagging, because her nagging is full of deep love! I am the core of this family. I am an innocent and lovely girl (a little narcissistic, hee hee). If there is some quarrel between my parents, at this time, I am like the meat in the steamed stuffed bun, and my parents are the steamed stuffed bun. I will separate them and get them back together. I was particularly "cute" when I was a child. I remember my mother dictating new words to me. There is a word I can't write, and it is the name of a classmate in our class, so I naively said, "If my name is XXX, I will definitely write."

My family of three loves each other. I am a boat. Every day, I come and go in the wind and rain. My home is my warm harbor. I live happily in my warm home.

3. Write 1 essay about my family of not less than 400 words.

There are only four people in my family.

Look, that wrinkled and amiable old man is my grandfather. Grandpa is over half a year old this year. Although he is almost 70 years old now, he has been working very hard. I like to get up early and get up at 5 o'clock every morning, so grandpa often gets up earlier than me and cooks for me. I often advise him that I can do it myself and don't spoil me too much, but he is always unwilling to listen. Since I was sensible, I have been watching him busy and rarely rest. Dad said grandpa never thinks for himself, and he spends his whole life giving for his relatives.

Look, that's my father. He works hard, and he will never take time off to rest unless there are special circumstances. Dad doesn't like smoking, but he likes drinking. I always like to get half drunk when I have time, which makes my mother look dirty.

My mother is the only person in this family who takes my study seriously. Every time I go home, she will check my homework, even "oral arithmetic training". I sometimes think she is boring, but I still try my best to cooperate with her and understand her.

I am a pupil. I am not tall, and for this reason, I often feel that my mother is wrong. Because my mother is short, she inherited me. Because I am short, people often say that I am too young to understand. I just pretended not to be sensible and smiled at them. Actually, I know everything. Mom and dad often quarrel. At first, I will convince them. Later, I found it useless and had to flee to my uncle's house. Once, my mother went back to my grandmother's house after a quarrel. Maybe it's because I'm heartless, and my mother and aunt say I'm not sensible. I really want to tell them how I feel and how sad I am. But he didn't say a word. Only I know that watching my parents quarrel, no one will understand my sadness.

I always thought grandpa would be healthy forever, and mom and dad would quarrel for the last time …

4. Write a composition with (my home) as the main topic and ask for help. Everyone has his own home. Although my home is not beautiful or spacious, I love my home because it is clean and tidy, because it has-

Dad is the pillar of our family. He is very humorous. I remember once, I thought the math exam was very simple, but I only got 85 points! On the way home, I walked with heavy steps, like a crestfallen rooster, and I was almost home. I imagine whether there will be mixed doubles when I get home, and my heart is about to jump out of my throat.

When I got home, it was my father who greeted me head on. Seeing my dejected look, he smiled and said, "A proud rooster's tail was cut off, and it finally stopped sticking up." I couldn't even lift my head, but when I heard this, I was amused by my father. I immediately smiled and threw my sadness out of my mind.

Another time, my mother called me too late in the morning. I said she shouldn't call me so late, but she said why I didn't set my own alarm clock. Just as we were blaming each other, my father said, "I found two slackers again. They couldn't get up, and they said others wouldn't call!" " What he said made us all very happy.

Although my father sometimes has a bad temper, I like him to be funny!

When it comes to mom, nagging is of course essential. That's what my mother does. In the morning, when I was still sleeping, I suddenly heard my mother shouting. She shouted in my ear, "Get up quickly, it's past seven!" " "I was shocked. I stayed in bed for a long time before getting up. She shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up. This flag is still being raised today. Don't learn so slowly. You are older than that old lady. You are a child. Do things faster. "

As soon as I came back at noon, the meal was ready, and my mother nagged, "Eat quickly, the meal is cold." Wash your hands first! As soon as I sat down, she said, "Eat more, eat everything, and don't be picky about food. See how tall a person is. I hope you are like her. Eat quickly ... "

In the evening, I went home happily, because my math homework had been finished, and I wanted to play for a while. But my mother said, "Hurry up and do your homework. I haven't written Chinese yet." Suddenly, my happiness disappeared.

After nagging me, she went to see her father, who was playing computer. Mother said, "The child is doing his homework, but what computer are you playing?"? You shouldn't let the computer rest, and your eyes shouldn't rest ... "Dad was speechless.

My mother's nagging continues every day. I have long been used to her nagging, because her nagging is full of deep love!

I am the core of this family. I am an innocent and lovely girl (a little narcissistic, hee hee). If there is some quarrel between my parents, at this time, I am like the meat in the steamed stuffed bun, and my parents are the steamed stuffed bun. I will separate them and get them back together.

I was particularly "cute" when I was a child. I remember my mother dictating new words to me. There is a word I can't write, and it is the name of a classmate in our class, so I naively said, "If my name is XXX, I will definitely write."

My family of three loves each other. I am a boat. Every day, I come and go in the wind and rain. My home is my warm harbor. I live happily in my warm 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. 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.

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.

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.

Is it okay?

6. Writing an essay writer with "home" as the main topic is a warm word for all of us. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering, but the end point of wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul-home. Home is the cradle of warmth. White walls and beige floors are my ordinary home, but they give me such a special feeling. Walking into my bedroom, whenever I touch the desk brought by my father from afar, that kind of warmth will always rush into my heart in an instant; Whenever I lean on my mother's shoulder, it's like lying in that warm cradle. I feel so light and soft, warm and comfortable all the time around me. The feeling of home is a gentle and warm cradle.

Home is a boat in a calm sea. My home is so calm, there is no surge, no wind whistling, gentle words always linger in my ears, and a tape treasures the reminders left by my parents when they leave. My happiness can be seen everywhere, beautiful melody flutters in the sky, and happiness has been flowing into my body and heart with sparkling water. Home feels like a boat swaying in the middle of the lake.

Home is a sport. My home is full of natural beauty. Those words seeped into my mind, like a string of synthetic strings, playing ethereal and magical atonal and silent music. Listen carefully, a song as slow as moonlight; As shocking as fate; Quiet as a serenade ... the feeling of home is a simple action.

Home is a poem without a title. It describes the joys and sorrows of my life with fast and beautiful poems.

Home is a kind elder. His wrinkles are like his family's experience, his vicissitudes, and his rough hands are like his ups and downs. When I am sad, he always listens to my complaints without getting bored. When I confided, he wiped away my bitter tears with his hand.

I love my home! He is infinite love, and he is a rare ripple of the moon and stars. I just feel so warm and beautiful at home.

Home is so dull and fascinating. Home is our safe haven, which brings us warmth and happiness and accompanies us to grow up.

7. Writing a composition with the theme of I love my family 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.

8. What is the writer who writes prose with "home" as the main topic? Some people say that home is a house and a suite, but I think home is more than just a house. The most important part of home is affection, which makes home colorful and full of warmth.

I have seen from many TV dramas and real life that the villas and high-grade furniture of some wealthy businessmen are so magnificent. But there is no affection in this family, and the rich businessman's children don't like to go home. They don't have the care of their parents and the warmth of their families. What's the point of coming back? Without affection, no matter how beautiful the house is, it will look cold and ugly. Nowadays, people only concentrate on the pursuit of luxurious architecture, but ignore the feelings between relatives in the family. This is the saddest thing!

Besides, some poor people's homes are just a humble bungalow. It is not as striking as a high-rise building, nor as impressive as a villa. It is so common, like a weed in the grass. However, this small room is full of warmth, and people in this small room live a stable and happy life. After a busy day, farmers will not forget their children when they go home. It is so harmonious to accompany them to do their homework, play and watch TV. The strength of the family seems to make this flat building gorgeous in an instant, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

You see, why can't a tall and beautiful building compare with a small flat building? Because of family relations. I really want to say loudly: "Mom and Dad, no matter how beautiful the building is, it will never occupy the weight of affection in our hearts." We don't need luxurious buildings, we just want to get a little affection and warmth from you! "

No matter how beautiful and tall the building is, it is not as good as Xiaoping building without family decoration; No matter how shabby and ugly the bungalow is, it won't feel cold even in cold winter!

9. What are the writers who write essays with "home" as the main topic? Some people say that home is a house and a suite, but I think home is more than just a house. The most important part of home is affection, which makes home colorful and full of warmth.

I have seen from many TV dramas and real life that the villas and high-grade furniture of some wealthy businessmen are so magnificent. But there is no affection in this family, and the rich businessman's children don't like to go home. They don't have the care of their parents and the warmth of their families. What's the point of coming back? Without affection, no matter how beautiful the house is, it will look cold and ugly.

Nowadays, people only concentrate on the pursuit of luxurious architecture, but ignore the feelings between relatives in the family. This is the saddest thing! Besides, some poor people's homes are just a humble bungalow. It is not as striking as a high-rise building, nor as impressive as a villa. It is so common, like a weed in the grass. However, this small room is full of warmth, and people in this small room live a stable and happy life.

After a busy day, farmers will not forget their children when they go home. It is so harmonious to accompany them to do their homework, play and watch TV. The strength of the family seems to make this flat building gorgeous in an instant, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

You see, why can't a tall and beautiful building compare with a small flat building? Because of family relations. I really want to say loudly: "Mom and Dad, no matter how beautiful the building is, it will never occupy the weight of affection in our hearts." We don't need luxurious buildings, we just want to get a little affection and warmth from you! " No matter how beautiful and tall the building is, it is not as good as Xiaoping building without family decoration; No matter how shabby and ugly the bungalow is, it won't feel cold even in cold winter.

10. Write a 90-word composition and talk about interesting things in my family.

Every family must have many interesting things, and my family is no exception. Every family must have many interesting things, and my family is no exception. Those interesting past events, like tiny pearls and colorful shells, are strung into a colorful necklace.

On this day, I said to my parents, "Let me be the housekeeper today!" "They were very surprised, but they quickly agreed to my request. At lunch, I got to the kitchen before my parents. They looked at me with surprised eyes and went to have a rest. I did as I said, and took out melon and onion from the refrigerator. I want to make a winter melon soup first and show them.

I carefully remove the pulp first. Then, I'm going to start peeling melon. I used to watch my mother peel it. I only remember that she scraped skillfully with a melon in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and she moved quickly. It will be cut in a few minutes. I thought to myself: peeling melon will definitely not be difficult for me, and I will also show my skills and make them admire my strength. Who knows, peeling wax gourd is not simple at all, but it stumped me. This sharp knife seems to have changed from a docile lamb to a stubborn calf, and it is not obedient at all. My mother looked at my movements and couldn't help laughing. I tried my best to cut it, but the melon skin seemed to be deliberately against me and nailed firmly to it, which made people laugh and cry. Now my hand is sore and painful, and I almost cut it. I can't wait to pick it up and throw it away, but I dare not say anything, for fear that they will laugh at me. After a long time, I finally peeled off the wax gourd with great effort. I breathed a long sigh of relief. Then, the soup was cooked carelessly.

I carefully brought the soup to the table with a sense of accomplishment for my parents to taste. Unexpectedly, dad tasted it and said, "What is this, just like clear water!" " "My face * * * spicy. Is there a problem? I quickly took a sip. Oh, it tastes terrible. It is not even salty at all. " No, I remember putting salt in it! "I said doubtfully. I hurried to the kitchen again. It turns out that I put bean flour as salt in the soup, and my parents laughed after listening to it.

This is an interesting thing in my family. It adds a lot of color to my family and brings a lot of fun to my life.