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1 people in the epidemic suddenly left their homes, bustling and * * * flocked to the same place.

Everyone's face is filled with a happy smile, and their eyes are full of expectation and excitement. Where are they going? It turned out to be a happy harbor for the newly opened garden!

Happiness Harbor is located in Qianwan, Shenzhen, covering an area of 380,000m2. This is an international seaside cultural park. On the occasion of the xx anniversary of the establishment of Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, Happiness Harbor officially opened. For a time, the crowds surged and the excitement continued. On the opening day, my parents and I also went to Happy Harbor.

The best part is the water show! Far away, we heard loud music, and followed the sound, we found the place where Shuixiu performed. On the wide sea, the fountain swayed with the rhythm of music and gave off colorful light under the illumination of lights. Suddenly, a "little boy" appeared in the fountain. His name is Peng. He braved the wind and waves, swam at the bottom of the sea and played happily with fish, crabs and turtles. When he grew up, he began to run and gradually grew the wings of his dreams. One day, Dapeng soared in Wan Li with the wind, riding the wind of freedom! With Dapeng struggling to move forward, a huge picture of a modern coastal city is displayed in front of us! The crowd cheered. How proud we are as Pengcheng people!

The most striking thing is the "Light of the Bay Area" Ferris wheel, which is as high as 128 meters, exceeding the height of the Statue of Liberty in New York. This is the first London Eye in China with a huge car. The car has been installed now, but it won't start until the end of the year. However, just by imagination, you can feel the beauty of sitting on the Ferris wheel overlooking the harbor.

The most fun is the sand pool by the sea. The sand is soft. It doesn't hurt at all to step on it barefoot, but it's quite comfortable. The deeper you go, the wetter the sand becomes. I like to dig tunnels in sand pools, build forts and dig treasures with children. The joy of digging treasure is beyond the reach of adults.

Now the happy harbor is still being perfected. It represents the development and future of Shenzhen, leaving us with infinite expectations. This is a good place for people to relax!

"Home" is a warm and kind word, and it is the place that every wanderer dreams of. Home may not be spacious, but it must be full of love; Home may not be rich, but it must be full of warmth. When you are lonely, lost, sad and sad, home is the place you can rely on, the place where you can enjoy happiness again, and the home is the warm harbor for everyone. ...

Every morning, my father gets up before I get up. Sometimes he cooks for me, and sometimes he goes out to buy rice. He never falls behind anyway. One night, my father chatted with a neighbor and talked about the children. Neighbors heard that my father got up early every day to cook for me, and said doubtfully, "Hey, at this age, can't children eat by themselves?" Dad said without hesitation, "I don't trust her to eat alone." Time is too tight. If she is impatient, she will definitely not eat well. " The neighbor asked again, "Do you get up so early every day?" Dad said, "What are you afraid of? As long as the child is well." I was shocked to hear these words. Unexpectedly, an ordinary meal set off my father's deep love for me. Home symbolizes this warm meal every morning and contains deep love.

At night, whenever mom comes home, it's time for the "nagging radio" to start broadcasting. "What's wrong with the school today? Do you respect teachers? Get along well with your classmates. Pay attention to class ... "Every day, every month, I almost recite what my mother nags. Actually, I know my mother doesn't want to nag. It's all because I turned my "switch" on my mother's ". My mother's nagging helps me a lot. As long as I make a little progress, my mother will take a vaccination at once. Don't be proud. My achievements are in the past. When I fail in the exam, my mother always helps me find out the reasons, sum up the lessons and cheer me up. My mother really broke her heart for me, and I grew up in my mother's nagging. Home symbolizes this regular "broadcast" every night, which contains true feelings.

There is love at home, happiness in love and happiness in happiness. Living in this warm harbor at home gives me the courage and strength to soar in the sky with the eagle. My home will always be my warmest harbor.

What is "home"? Home is a happy place, full of affection. Home is a place where you can feel extremely warm no matter how cold it is outside. Home is a place that you can rely on when you are tired, listen to you when you are crying, and share with you when you are sweet.

I live in an ordinary family of four, but I can feel full of love in my ordinary life. My mother will kindly call me by my birth name, my father will pat me on the head, and my brother will call me sister in a coquetry way.

In the process of growing up, disputes with parents and contradictions with younger brothers have emerged, and quarrels are inevitable. But no matter how fierce the quarrel is, we can finally reconcile. I will apologize to them and understand each other, because I always remember: "The people who will never hurt you in this world are just family members, and the people who will always think about you in this world are just family members." Later, I also learned tolerance and patience, and my parents were old. My brother has grown up slowly, and he will never argue with me for a trifle again. Because of my family, I have changed from a violent and impulsive child to a tolerant and patient person.

At this moment, I can't help but think of what my mother often said to me: "Only by looking at my heart can I understand each other's pain. Now I seem to understand! "

In a blink of an eye, I was sixteen years old. Now I often recall my parents' strictness and tolerance for me for so many years. Now I am not afraid of any wind and rain, because having a home, a family, a home is the cradle of warmth and the harbor of the soul. I hope everyone has a warm and happy home.

I have a beautiful harbor, which is my room and my little world. Not big, but warm. The windowsill is full of flowers and plants, and the air in the room is so fresh in all seasons. My harbor is very simple, without any decoration. The room is white, with only desks, bookcases, pianos and beds. There is another Liu Li on the bed.

"People who don't work have no value, and people who don't study have no progress. Books are good friends and knowledge is natural. " These two proverbs inspired me. Desk and bookcase are my good helpers. The first thing to do when I come home from school every day is to do my homework, which inevitably requires the help of my desk. Write down all the interesting things in the day and review your lessons. After finishing my homework, I put it in my schoolbag, took out my favorite fairy tale book from the bookcase and read it with relish. I learned a lot from wonderful and interesting fairy tales. I understand a lot of truth. After reading the story "Wolf and Shepherd", I understand that helping the bad guys is the first to suffer.

I have been in love with music since I babbled. I heard from my mother that every time I see the piano, I stare at it. So my parents scrimped and saved, and bought me a piano when I was 4 years old and put it in my harbor. Today, Qin and I have spent five spring and autumn periods. Whenever I don't do well in the exam, I will close the door of the harbor and play a fierce March to vent my unhappy mood. Harbor seems to be immersed in pain like me; Whenever I get good grades, I will close the door of the harbor, open the piano cover and play a cheerful tune. The harbor seems to be alive, immersed in the ocean of music and sharing joy with me. Sleepy and tired, I climbed into my little bed, hugged my cute fat "dog" and entered a sweet dream. When I am not understood by others, I will close the door of the harbor and hold the fat "dog" to talk to it, because only it will listen to me quietly.

My harbor is like an inn. If you are tired, you can rest your feet, sleep all night, and then start trekking tomorrow. I love my little harbor, because it will accompany my whole growth process and share joys and sorrows with me. It is an indispensable green space in my life.

The days of struggle always fly by, and a year passes quickly. Now I'm finally on my way home with excitement, anxious to return!

The journey home is very hard and tiring, but it can't stop my ardent homecoming. From the bus to the plane to the train, after many twists and turns, I am getting closer and closer to home, and I will go back soon. ...

I finally pushed open the familiar door, and my parents' kind faces and warm arms melted my inner hardships and grievances. Looking at my parents whose hair is getting whiter and whiter and their faces are slightly wrinkled, I feel a little sour in my heart. Think about the vicissitudes that the years have brought to them. My pain is nothing. It's worthwhile for my parents and myself. Later, my mother's good dishes and a bowl of wine poured by my father made me forget the fatigue of the journey, and the family was happy. Sound greetings, small family, deep love, warm heart. Every time I think of it, home is a dense net, losing years and gaining affection; Home is an umbrella of love, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Home is the most beautiful cloud on the horizon, reflecting the rosy light of love.

Life is always full of hardships and setbacks, maybe it will be difficult and tiring, but please know that there will always be a lamp in this world to illuminate our lonely struggle, so that we can run with all our strength, even if we fall, we can crawl forward, and the power fire in our hearts will never go out. Because home is the harbor of our hearts.

In my memory box, there is a necklace inlaid with countless glittering pearls-that is the story of my parents and me.

Home is a warm harbor. A family has three main members: father, mother and children. Just like the word "family" in English, F is father, M is mother and I is me. When I was a child, I always begged my parents to shelter me from the wind and rain. If one day they are old, I will protect them with my own ability. Today I'm going to tell a story between my father and mother.

I went to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum with my parents this weekend. Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is located at the foot of Purple Mountain. We first came to Pok Oi Square and took photos there. Then prepare to climb the 392 steps of Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall. Every time we go up, we have to take pictures. My parents thought of an idea: whoever climbs to the top first will win. With the sound of "3,2, 1, go", we are neck and neck. When there was the last step, I took the last step and shouted, "I won;" When we stood on it, looked at the mountains, buildings and trees in the distance and took a breath of fresh air, we came to the memorial hall, where there was a statue of Sun Yat-sen and some scriptures. There is a plaque in the middle of the hall, which says "Great Spiritual End". How time flies! It's time to bid farewell to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum again. Today, our family really had a good time together.

When I am in trouble, the people who can put everything down to help me are my parents! When I make a mistake, the people who can patiently listen to my crying are my parents! When I succeed, the people who can really celebrate for me are my parents! Every moment, people who still care about us are still parents! Here, I sincerely say to my parents: "Mom and Dad! I love you! "

Gorky once said, "We should praise them-women, that is, mothers. The whole world is nourished by their milk ... without a mother, there would be no poet and no love. " Yes! In front of children, mothers are always great and strong.

Yesterday, my family went to visit relatives. When I was eating, I had finished my meal as quickly as possible. Suddenly, the loud noise of fireworks scared my little cousin who was under two years old to cry. Grandma put down her chopsticks and covered her little cousin's ear. I quickly said to her, "Grandma, you keep drinking, and I'll hold your cousin for you." I hummed a song with my cousin in my arms. Cousin also gradually fell asleep. Little cousin woke up again, crying and making noise. My cousin's mother is holding my little cousin. My little cousin stopped crying, fell asleep and smiled. Perhaps this is the nature of children relying on their mothers! But it's really touching.

When I was a child, I always depended on my mother. One day, I took a nap on the sofa as usual. Suddenly, there was a loud thunder outside, and lightning kept flashing. After waking up, I began to cry and looked for my mother everywhere. I cried and said, "Mom! Mom, where are you? Mom! " Later, I found my mother in the kitchen, holding her waist and crying. Finally, my mother hugged me and slept, so did I.

Mom, thank you. You gave me life and selfless love, which made me who I am today.

On Sunday, the homework was not finished, and the "parents' signature column" in the homework book was empty, just like a sleeve without arms floating in the air, laughing at my incompetence. I think, let my mother sign it before going to work.

Mother is giving medicine to her sick brother, and her eyes are full of delicate warmth. I was deeply moved by this scene and stood by. Why is my mother always free? "Mom, you don't want me? Why are you always good to your brother? "

My mother looked at me with remorse in her eyes: "Son, how did this happen?" You and your brother are my treasures. I am very busy these days, and your brother is ill. Maybe I neglected you. sorry "

It's already ten o'clock at night, the autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and the rustling sound clearly rings in my ears. I echoed the voice, whistling and looking at the newly acquired "straw house" with relish: there is wind on the river, the ship is shaking, and the mulberry sky is shaking. Sang Sang has an indescribable sense of dizziness-just when I was hypnotized by the story in the book and my mind was in a trance, the door opened with a bang and attracted my attention, and a vague figure appeared in front of my eyes. That man is not very tall, with medium hair and a rice bowl in his hand. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw her clearly. It's my mother. Mom! It suddenly occurred to me that my mother came home from work so late? Did you even come to see me before dinner? "Mom-"I cried out excitedly. "You finally came home from work. I thought you wouldn't come to see me! " My mother shook her head, put down the bowl chopsticks and showed a knowing smile. She hugged me and stroked me and said, "How come! You are a piece of meat that fell from me. How can I not care about my own meat? "

Today, I came to the original house with my father.

I felt a warm current as soon as I entered the door. Everything is so familiar and beautiful. However, it no longer belongs to me.

I have looked at the house from top to bottom. There is my crib, a whiteboard where I have done thousands of math problems, my paintings and calligraphy, my hard-earned awards, a dusty sofa, a dusty air conditioner, a coffee table where many things are put down, a desk to accompany me to do my homework, a bookcase full of books, and dribs and drabs to record my height.

I still want to go back there. Although it is not as beautiful and broad as perfume bay, it has a warm feeling. That's my harbor and my favorite place. Although it has to climb to the seventh floor layer by layer, sweating like a pig, it has a sense of belonging.

I sat on the swing and wrote this. Although it is dusty, I still want to sit. It accompanied me for ten years and made me have a happy childhood. I really regret it: then why don't I sit for a while? This may be the last time I sit. I understand a truth: things are sometimes not cherished, and only when they are lost will they be cherished.

I sat on the swing, a breeze blew, and tears could not help falling. ...