Talk about your feelings at home.

Home is our eternal root, no matter how far we go, even the ends of the earth, we can't leave its heart and care; Home has our best dreams and fairy tales. No matter how complicated it is outside, as long as we think about it, we won't be afraid!

Home is the warmest place. At home, you can do whatever you want, without restraint, without fear and freedom. If there is anything wrong with society, you will find that home is your warmest harbor.

Home is like a harbor where ships are moored, like the land trampled by trees, like a nest where birds stop, and a shoulder to lean on at any time. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, fresh and elegant, warm and moist. Even if it is "n power", it is still the same. Happiness is the destination of the soul.

What is home? Home is an unforgettable family, a warm collective, a world full of love, and a topic that is always warm and moving-here, parents hold up a clear sky for their children with love umbrellas, and children offer their parents a cup of fragrant tea with filial piety; Here, there is a profound friendship between teachers and students, and even in the magical animal world, there are touching stories.

Life is a journey, no matter where we drift, we will eventually return to a warm place-home. What is home? Home is a harbor, home is a haven, home is a road sign to guide us forward, and home is also a beacon to illuminate us from darkness to dawn. ...

The classic saxophone "Going Home" touched the hearts of many vagrants. I wrote it because when the writer came home late at night, he found his mother still sitting on the sofa waiting for him to come back, and his true feelings surged. When a person listens to Home in the dead of night, he will strongly feel the warmth of home and the care of his relatives at home. Homesickness will slowly rise from the bottom of his heart, as if there is an invisible force driving you home. This is its magic, and it is also the magic of home.

In everyone's life, there is a place that contains affection-home. She will never abandon you. In the morning, facing the morning sun, she will see you out. In the evening, standing on the sunset, she is waiting for you to come back. When you are decadent because of failure, she gives you strength and leads you to out of the dark. When you are happy for your success, she gives you a wake-up call, telling you not to win proudly, not to lose gracefully, but to climb the peak bravely and constantly surpass it. Home is the best listener when you are wronged and have nowhere to tell. When you go out for a long trip, what always haunts you is home.

Birds have a warm home, fish have a happy home, flowers have a beautiful home, I have a warm home ... life has its own home.

What is home? It is a warm harbor, a loess for cultivating trees, a soft fluorescence, an umbrella of love and the most beautiful cloud on the horizon.

There is a warm and beautiful home, which is happy and warm. It is lucky and pleasant to have a harbor where the mind can rest and swim.

Home is so warm! There is no confusion between silk and bamboo, and there is no complicated form. You can tune the piano and read Jin Dian. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous! home

-full of happiness!

We often miss home and hope to go home early, but when we get home, we turn on the TV in a hurry, just like running in the computer room-we forget, forget the most sincere love forever, and ignore it. What we lack is not money, intelligence or talent, but a heart that loves home.

In fact, home is a place where you have me, even if it is a humble abode, even if it is a humble room, even if it is difficult to pull your fingers: Will your salary be paid next month? Then imagine the delicious food in the bud of the tip of your tongue and where to see the scenery.

Looking at the picturesque scenery outside the window, I feel that the distance between my heart and my home is shortening, and the long-lost sense of wandering in my heart will come back to me.

Wandering in a different place, I always care about the mountains and rivers of my hometown, every grass and tree, countless days and nights, standing in the silent night sky looking at my hometown, recalling the beautiful pictures that have passed away.