How to write a composition I love the bed at home.

1. Write a family composition in bed to complete junior high school Chinese; ; ; ; ; ; Speaking of my bed, it's really too small. For this reason, I have a broken brain.

; ; ; Once, my good friend came to my house and saw my bed. Suddenly, she got a fright. Immediately smiled and said, "Xing Er, why is your bed so small?" I knew she was laughing at me again, but I didn't lose my temper and deliberately said, "What about mine? Cooler than your bed! " "She was angry. She sat on the bed, but she didn't expect to fan the air. She sat on the floor, wondering painfully: how can she catch the air when she is sitting on the bed? Not only she doubts, but I also doubt whether this bed has magic!

; ; ; Every time you sleep, you should be fully armed and cover a whole layer with a quilt, otherwise you will fall down with phosphorus injury. I remember that time, I thought I could beat this bed. Unexpectedly, at one or two in the middle of the night, I was smashed and almost broke. The last lesson made me have to be careful about this bed.

; ; ; Look, how is my bed? As good as yours!

2. Write: I love () composition topics at home. I like pomegranate trees at home.

There is a pomegranate tree in my home. I bought it when I was two years old. At that time, it was only a sapling more than a foot high. Nine years have passed in an instant, and it has been growing with me. I have grown from a two-year-old child to an eleven-year-old boy, and that young tree has grown into a pomegranate tree more than two meters high.

The pomegranate tree is very beautiful. The flower of pomegranate tree is orange-red, with two petals. The outermost layer is thick and looks like a five-pointed star. The petals on the second floor look like long lanterns from a distance, just like ordinary petals. It looks like a small water bottle at close range. How beautiful! Pomegranate leaves are emerald green, slender and slender, with red stalks. Different from other trees, pomegranate trees grow in a unified way, symbolizing "growing up day by day". Flowers fall behind and produce small pomegranates, like red lanterns covered with trees.

A few days ago, there was a rainstorm in my home. It thunders and thunders outside. Lightning hovers in the sky like a dragon, and "rumbles" like a dragon roaring. Then there was a strong wind, and I heard something fall to the ground in the whistling wind outside. I was worried about pomegranate trees. After the rain cleared up the next day, I quickly went to the rooftop to have a look, and it was over! The flowerpot of pomegranate tree fell to the ground and broke! The tree is covered with many small pomegranates. "Mom, come and see!" "I quickly called the adults, and my mother and they were heartbroken when they saw it. I'm even sadder. Tears kept spinning in my eyes. I asked my mother if pomegranate trees could not be kept alive. My mother comforted me and said it was okay. Why don't you buy a new pot and change it? I have questions. A few days later, my father bought flowerpots from the city, and the pomegranate tree adapted to the new environment for a few days and lived again! Although some branches were broken and some fruits were lost, other pomegranate trees grew bigger and more vibrant!

I love my pomegranate tree because it spent my golden childhood with me and grew up happily with me. Because of its fiery flowers and fiery fruits, it symbolizes that life is flourishing and flourishing. It is a symbol of happiness and auspiciousness ... I love my pomegranate tree, and of course, I love my happy and warm home even more.

3. Composition I love my family () I love my pomegranate tree.

I love my pomegranate tree because it spent my golden childhood with me and grew up happily with me. Because of its fiery flowers and fiery fruits, it symbolizes that life is flourishing and flourishing. It is a symbol of happiness and auspiciousness ... I love my pomegranate tree, and of course, I love my happy and warm home even more.

There is a pomegranate tree in my home. I bought it when I was two years old. At that time, it was only a sapling more than a foot high. Nine years have passed in an instant, and it has been growing with me. I have grown from a two-year-old child to an eleven-year-old boy, and that young tree has grown into a pomegranate tree more than two meters high.

The pomegranate tree is very beautiful. The flower of pomegranate tree is orange-red, with two petals. The outermost layer is thick and looks like a five-pointed star. The petals on the second floor look like long lanterns from a distance, just like ordinary petals. It looks like a small water bottle at close range. How beautiful! Pomegranate leaves are emerald green, slender and slender, with red stalks. Different from other trees, pomegranate trees grow in a unified way, symbolizing "growing up day by day". Flowers fall behind and produce small pomegranates, like red lanterns covered with trees.

A few days ago, there was a rainstorm in my home. It thunders and thunders outside. Lightning hovers in the sky like a dragon, and "rumbles" like a dragon roaring. Then there was a strong wind, and I heard something fall to the ground in the whistling wind outside. I was worried about pomegranate trees. After the rain cleared up the next day, I quickly went to the rooftop to have a look, and it was over! The flowerpot of pomegranate tree fell to the ground and broke! The tree is covered with many small pomegranates. "Mom, come and see!" "I quickly called the adults, and my mother and they were heartbroken when they saw it. I'm even sadder. Tears kept spinning in my eyes. I asked my mother if pomegranate trees could not be kept alive. My mother comforted me and said it was okay. Why don't you buy a new pot and change it? I have questions. A few days later, my father bought flowerpots from the city, and the pomegranate tree adapted to the new environment for a few days and lived again! Although some branches were broken and some fruits were lost, other pomegranate trees grew bigger and more vibrant!

I love my pomegranate tree because it spent my golden childhood with me and grew up happily with me. Because of its fiery flowers and fiery fruits, it symbolizes a thriving life. It is a symbol of happiness and auspiciousness ... I love my pomegranate tree, and of course, I love my happy and warm home even more.

4. Composition My home (write home furniture in a certain order) My room is very tidy. Why? Because I like neatness. There is a bookcase, a bed and two wardrobes in my room. First of all, my bookcase has four floors. On the first floor are the world's top ten children's literature masterpieces and The Complete Works of Aesop's Fables. There are many beautiful story books on the second floor. There are books about animals and plants, comics and humor on the third floor. The last layer is a science fiction story book. I like my bookcase very much, because I love the books in it.

Secondly, look at my bed. My bedside is milky white. My bed feels comfortable to sleep every day. The quilt is also very nice. There is a pattern of Peter Pan in the middle of the pink quilt. There are many beautiful flowers on the quilt. They are pink, blue and yellow. There are also small flower patterns on the sheets. There are five lovely plush toys on the bedside table, a small alarm clock to wake me up and a touch desk lamp.

Finally, look at my closet. There are two wardrobes in my room. The first wardrobe has three floors. The first floor is filled with blankets covered in the Spring and Autumn Period, the second floor is hung with clothes, and the third floor is a box for my summer clothes. There are two drawers under my coat hanging in the second closet. There are many socks and shorts in the first drawer, and the clothes and pants I want to change when I take a shower in the second drawer. Oh, by the way, the star pattern on the closet door in my room still glows at night!

5. I love about 420 at home, and I love Mr. Bean at home.

Who is Mr. Bean? The most popular humorous character, my family also has a "Mr. Bean"-Dad.

This "Mr. Bean" is 42 years old and has dark skin, which is a popular color today. My figure is not so good, "altitude" 1.68 meters, but I already have a "millet barn" on me. His forehead is a little bald and shiny, which always reminds me of the Mediterranean. In a word, he is longer than beans.

"Mr. Bean" is not only interesting, but also a "good cook"! Whenever my mother is on a business trip, he will sing for me. You ask me what a chorus is? Actually, it's just putting a lot of things in rice. He always eats with relish and says, "Look, this meal is really delicious. It's red, green and white. You can't buy it outside. Eat quickly! " Say that finish, he took a big scoop, at this point, I will shake my head helplessly. ...

Mr. Bean's greatest hobby is planting flowers and raising fish! Whenever he sees beautiful flowers and plants, he will buy them and take good care of them. My window, living room and terrace all have his flowers and plants. In spring, my home is simply a green world, an ocean of flowers! I prefer his fish. Every afternoon, as soon as I finish my homework, I will run to the terrace to play with the fish. He will sprinkle some noodles with Doby fish, and he will plausibly say, "Come out and eat more, so that you can have the strength to play!" "I looked at the fish and couldn't help but blurt out," Dad is really capable! " "

My humorous "Mr. Bean" always ranks first in my heart. I love Mr. Bean at home!

6. I like the bookcase at home. Everyone has his own home and likes a corner of it.

Maybe you like your little bed, she likes her computer, and I like my little bookcase. My small bookcase is different from most people's small bookcases.

There are almost all kinds of books in my small bookcase. Foreign novels, textbooks, Chinese and foreign classics, magazines, philosophy books and comic books can all be found in my small bookcase. But most people's bookcases are filled with textbooks, exam exercises, composition books and other test books, which are not interesting at all.

I can read different books in different moods or at different times, which is why I like my small bookcase. When you are angry, you can read some joke books, and your mood will gradually get better.

When you are sad, you can look at some famous Chinese and foreign books and see how great men regain their confidence after failure. You can read some novels when you are bored and immerse yourself in the world of novels.

Before the exam, you can read some magazines to find good composition materials, and you can also read some English novels, which can be reviewed and interesting. Every holiday dinner, it is inevitable that everyone will have a long talk, and I can only stay bored.

So now every time I eat, I will bring a novel to pass the boring time, as if a small bookcase is always by my side. Do you have such a small bookcase? Don't focus on the question you have repeated many times. Maybe you should have a small bookcase like me! The small bookcase brought me infinite fun. I love my little bookcase. It's my good partner.

7. I love my family's composition. 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.

8. What composition do I love at home [what composition do I love at home]

I have a warm home. There are me, father, mother and brother at home. We live happily together. What composition do I love at home? Every day when I come home from school, my mother has already prepared delicious meals and is waiting for me. Dad not only cares about my life, but also cares about my study. He asked me to come to school on time every day, not to be late, to listen carefully in class and to answer questions actively. Whenever I get good grades, he is always happy for me, and when I don't do well in the exam, he always encourages me not to lose heart, study hard and strive for the next time. I finish my teacher's homework and read English every day. Reading English is a very interesting thing. With the accompaniment of tapes, my English has improved rapidly. I can answer the teacher's questions correctly in English because I practiced at home for a long time. At that time, the teacher always gave me a thumbs-up sign. I am proud, I am proud, because I have a warm home and a father and mother who will educate me. My brother is a very cute little boy. He is only five years old, but he has many skills like an adult. Every day when he comes back from kindergarten, he will tell us at the dinner table what he met in kindergarten and what he taught today. We are often laughed at by him. My home is always full of laughter, and there are no strange sounds in my home. I am extremely proud of my home! I love my home! I have a warm home, with me, my father, my mother and my brother. We live happily together. Every day when I come home from school, my mother has already prepared delicious meals and is waiting for me. Dad not only cares about my life, but also cares about my study. He asked me to come to school on time every day, not to be late, to listen carefully in class and to answer questions actively. Whenever I get good grades, he is always happy for me, and when I don't do well in the exam, he always encourages me not to lose heart, study hard and strive for the next time. I finish my teacher's homework and read English every day. Reading English is a very interesting thing. With the accompaniment of tapes, my English has improved rapidly. I can answer the teacher's questions correctly in English because I practiced at home for a long time. At that time, the teacher always gave me a thumbs up, and the middle school students wrote "What composition do I like to write at home?" I am proud, I am proud, because I have a warm home and a father and mother who will educate me. My brother is a very cute little boy. He is only five years old, but he has many skills like an adult. Every day when he comes back from kindergarten, he will tell us at the dinner table what he met in kindergarten and what he taught today. We are often laughed at by him. My home is always full of laughter, and there are no strange sounds in my home. I am extremely proud of my home! I love my home! It's so quiet at home that you can clearly hear the sound of tapping the keyboard. Because there is no one but me and my sleeping father. My heart can only pour out on the keyboard, which was the peak a year ago. Whenever there is a holiday, there is an unspeakable feeling lingering in my heart. I don't know if I want to take a vacation. In short, even if I want to, I want to relax my nervous mood, which is definitely not that kind of crazy play. Because nothing can make me play enough, and nothing can make me kill time except doing my homework. When I am tired, I do nothing. Over time, I'm tired of this loneliness. But now, I long for that loneliness. Because home is my father's world, whether I am at home or not, I always do my homework or play. Every day, my lonely home always occupies a large number of his friends. Their noise doesn't make me feel better, it only makes me more and more irritable. Finally, I can't stay at home, go outside and do what I should do. However, the noise of cars, voices and quarrels outside, as well as the so-called colorful and gorgeous clothes outside, are enough to make me hate. Home doesn't belong to me, and the outside disappoints me. Where do I live? I yearn for peace and quiet residence, even if it is lonely, but now, where can I find that peace and what I call loneliness? Loneliness, I love it, because it is enough to make my heart clear like water. Key words: love loneliness, love loneliness, love loneliness, speaking of loneliness, some people always want to stay away from it, and as far away as possible ~ ~ and I like loneliness and like its taste. It's so quiet at home that you can clearly hear the sound of tapping the keyboard. Because there is no one but me and my sleeping father. My heart can only pour out on the keyboard, which was the peak a year ago. Whenever there is a holiday, there is an unspeakable feeling lingering in my heart. I don't know if I want to take a vacation. In short, even if I want to, I want to relax my nervous mood, which is definitely not that kind of crazy play. Because nothing can make me play enough, and nothing can make me kill time except doing my homework. When I am tired, I do nothing. Over time, I'm tired of this loneliness. But now, I long for that loneliness. Because home is my father's world, whether I am at home or not, I always do my homework or play. Every day, my lonely home always occupies a large number of his friends. Their noise doesn't make me feel better, it only makes me more and more irritable. Finally, I can't stay at home, go outside and do what I should do. However, the noise of cars, voices and quarrels outside, as well as the so-called colorful and gorgeous clothes outside, are enough to make me hate. Home doesn't belong to me, and the outside disappoints me. Where do I live? I yearn for peace and quiet residence, even if it is lonely, but now, where can I find that peace and what I call loneliness?

9. How to write an article about family love? Home is not a reasonable place. It talks about love in front of love. All the reasons are superficial. If we always emphasize rationality every time we think about love, if we can treat the people around us as our family and the surrounding environment as our home, then the answer to all the questions will actually be very simple, that is love-no one has ever told me the truth, and all the results must be found by ourselves. When you really feel it with your heart, there was a time last year when I was looking forward to the distant scenery and tired of my life at home. I came to a strange place alone, strolled the streets and watched movies.

My mother called to say that she missed me very much and asked me to come back early, but I was not excited at all, just casually "hmm" and "ah" on the phone. Mother hesitated for a moment before hanging up.

A week passed, and I gradually felt my yearning for my mother and attachment to my home. I packed my bags and hurried home. I came home, sat silently beside my mother and looked up at her. My mother is knitting a sweater. Needless to ask, she must have knitted it for me. She looks serene, knitting carefully.

Suddenly, a strange feeling surrounded me, and I suddenly realized that it was when I was unprepared that my long-awaited happiness came. It is not as vigorous as I hoped, but it comes simply and calmly.

In fact, in this ordinary family, I have a lot of such happiness, but I let them slip away easily inadvertently, and then taste the bitter fruit of loneliness in plain days. I finally realized that as long as I love my mother, I will have happiness.

I sat quietly while my mother was knitting a sweater seriously. Everything is so quiet and peaceful, even the flowers and plants at home are still at this moment, and they seem to be enjoying that rare happiness. I know that time will pass and happiness will slip through my fingers, but I am satisfied. I know that happy birds have built nests in my heart and will come to see me often.

Now, I no longer sigh for life, because I have happiness. I will cherish these little feelings in my life, let them release slowly in the days to come, and spend every day with me happily.

Eighteen years ago, dozens of pairs of envious eyes witnessed the marriage of mom and dad; A year later, I came to them when I was born. From a very young age, I found that they treated me in two different ways, so I gradually developed two different feelings for them: my love for my mother came from the dolls full of beds, and my dislike for my father came from the pages he asked me to copy.

Sometimes I ask my mother, "Dad, doesn't he love me?" Why don't other children's fathers punish them for copying words? " At this time, my mother will always gently touch my head and whisper that no one loves you more than him except me. The reason why he is so strict with you will be understood when you grow up. "Looking at my mother's gentle eyes, I nodded.

For so long, I have cried and quarreled in my mother's arms, but I dare not lose my temper with my father at all. I remember the worst time, I almost slammed the door and ran away. I just shouted "I don't want to see you again", but my father threw me into the room like a bug and locked the door.

At first, I cried and made noise until I was exhausted and nobody paid attention to me (I knew my mother must have been held by my father). I had to hold my pillow, wipe my tears and squint at the scenery outside the window, so I spent the night. Wait until the next day, my mother brought me a hot breakfast and touched my haggard face with distress. I whispered to her, "Mom, maybe I'm really wrong."

That night, I learned to look at problems calmly. Later I learned that my father stayed up all night like me that day.

In my opinion, it was carefully arranged by Meng Po that Mom and Dad could come to my side at the same time. I always thought that my father was not good enough for my mother. My father looks fierce all day, while my mother is kind, gentle and beautiful. On fucking terms, we can find something better.

Besides, in my eyes, they have neither sweet words in novels nor kisses and hugs in soap operas. I have suspected several times that my existence hindered their love. I thought I was mature, so I asked my mother, "Do you love my father? I think you and Uncle X are more compatible. "

Instead of being angry, mother smiled, turned her head and carefully took out a delicate photo album from the drawer. She pointed to one of the photos and said, "Look, this was taken when I first met your father, when he was a dull boy." He pointed to the second photo and said, "This was taken when I was traveling with him in Guilin. Neither of us had any savings at that time. One day, it occurred to me that I wanted to travel. The next day, he took a whole month's salary and booked a plane ticket at the travel agency. "

Mother turned to another photo: "This is our wedding photo ..." Mother's fingers danced on the old photo, and she swam in memory. It was introduced to me at first, and then it gradually became a solo appreciation.

From the happy smile on my mother's face, I understand that my mother will love this man for life. Once my classmate asked me, "Do you know the meaning of the English word' family'?" I replied, "Isn't it' home'?"

The classmate shook his head and said, "Not only that, but also the initial letters of the words' Mom and Dad, I love you'." It suddenly dawned on me that it is-isn't' home' a condensation of family love? .