Write a composition after returning home.

1. The sound after going home I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard the sound of "Hua" and "Hua" outside the window. I saw that it was raining.

If you listen carefully, you feel that the size of the rain is related to the sound. When it rains heavily, the sound is "Hua" and "Hua", just like the spray from a spring.

After the rain, small drops of water fell from the eaves to the ground, making a "tick" and "tick" sound. Light rain fell on the grass, making a rustling sound.

Thunderstorms make sounds like "rumble", "rumble", "rush" and "rush". The sound of the storm is "thunder", just like the sound of the waves of the sea hitting the rocks.

Heavy rain can wash trees, water trees, wash green grass leaves, and wash flowers in the garden that are scrambling to open. After the rainstorm, the air is fresher, swallows fly freely in the sky, dragonflies dance happily and sparrows chirp.

The sound in the world is really wonderful.

2. The sound after coming home I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard the sound of "Hua" and "Hua" coming from the window. I saw that it was raining.

If you listen carefully, you feel that the size of the rain is related to the sound. When it rains heavily, the sound is "Hua" and "Hua", just like the spray from a spring. After the rain, small drops of water fell from the eaves to the ground, making a "tick" and "tick" sound. Light rain fell on the grass, making a rustling sound. Thunderstorms make sounds like "rumble", "rumble", "rush" and "rush". The sound of the storm is "thunder", just like the sound of the waves of the sea hitting the rocks.

Heavy rain can wash trees, water trees, wash green grass leaves, and wash flowers in the garden that are scrambling to open. After the rainstorm, the air is fresher, swallows fly freely in the sky, dragonflies dance happily and sparrows chirp.

What a wonderful voice in the world!

3. Composition with the theme of voice after school. When I came home from school, my voice stomped on a half-rotten petal on the ground and dragged it back. The ground was covered with brown marks, as if it were not Japanese. I grabbed a leaf at random and began to tear ... the scene that embarrassed me in Chinese class still bothers me extremely. The Chinese teacher's sentence is suspected of plagiarism, and the classmate's sentence is "crude and rigid", which is by no means original. Inappropriate announcement "-I turned the joy of winning the first prize in the exam composition into anger-today I was instructed by my mother to go home, so this happened, and there happened to be one along the way. "

There is a saying that "everything has feelings", but at this time, it must be raining heavily and thundering, and I, a failed hero, can stand in the middle-naturally, I will let the rain get wet without an umbrella, and then shout "Why is it so unfair!" Unfortunately, the road after school today is different from that scene. It doesn't thunder or rain, but the sky is "thousands of miles away". I suppressed my mood and plugged in my headphones.

The weight of the schoolbag forced me to slow down. I walked along the road, staring at the roadside trees on both sides, and was blown by the wind wave after wave. I was reminded of Liu Liangcheng's A Book-trees naturally have thoughts, but they just can't convey them, so I had to stand aside and be an outsider. I can't help but take a closer look at them when I think of how they usually go to school. This group of guys, who are shaking their heads in the wind-we have long forgotten their existence, and we were born to stand by and watch, but we can't move at all-Xiaoxu has a poem "I am a grass in spring, and the wind only touches my body gently". This is not what I said. " At this time, I actually added my previous depression and troubles to this street tree on my way to school.

4. My voice when I got home Mulan came home and sat on the table that belonged to her twelve years ago. It is unforgettable to see her room so clean. He cried. Think about how powerful the "generals" who have been on the battlefield are, and think about the pain of homesickness day and night. Who won't cry? Thinking about it, she remembered that there were a group of partners outside the room, and she smiled. She wanted to see how they felt when they saw herself, so she immediately dressed up, took off her shirt, put on clothes that looked very new, put down her long hair and smiled in the mirror, because this was what she was, beautiful and beautiful.

She came out because she heard someone calling her with foul language outside, and she didn't answer. But at the moment when she bolted the door open, all the people who looked at her outside opened their mouths and eyes, while those who didn't look at Mulan looked at their companions crying with their eyes. This is already good, and some people casually ask, "What's wrong with you?" Then they took her as their sister, yes! After running around for twelve years, Mulan spoke in a man's voice every day, dressed in men's clothes and ate and fell asleep. Today, they saw Mulan. Can they believe that this is Mulan who has been with them for twelve years? It was Mulan who broke the silence first. She said, "What is everyone doing? Go to the lobby, I think the food there is ready. " Those people thought they heard wrong, and Mulan's voice seemed to change with her dress and status. Mulan left in a hurry, fearing that she didn't know what to say, so everyone went to the lobby one after another.

As expected, her father prepared food and waited under the seat. He said, "Everyone has worked hard. I am Mulan's father."

Then introduce them one by one. "She is actually a daughter. Don't be surprised, because her brother is young and she doesn't have a big brother. Her mother and I reluctantly let her go."

These words sound a little sad, and then. A partner was moved by this scene, stood up and made a toast, and then said, "I have nothing to say." You always make me admire, Brother Mulan. Oh, not brothers, but Mulan moved me more. Here comes the battle-hardened daughter. We respect her. "

After that, many wine glasses were held high, and in this way, this joyful and somewhat sad banquet slowly ended. Mulan has returned to a normal life, but sometimes she thinks of her friends.

Friends who risked their lives.

5. When I got home, I suddenly turned around and gradually found that my home is in the place where there is always advice, the harbor where there is always pure education, and more importantly, there are relatives who nag me all day ...-When I was a child, the engraver missed a lot and only deposited a deep feeling.

In my impression, grandpa's eyes are always too calm, and his deep pupils tell the unknown knot. Everything in his eyes is like a still lake, so firm and solemn. Every night, he rides his old bike and goes to kindergarten slowly and leisurely in the afterglow of sunset. From a distance, I waved to my grandfather. He hugged me, pushed his leg up, and the bicycle rolled forward, trying to move. I am full of joy and eager to tell grandpa what happened in the kindergarten.

His eyes kept staring at the front, kept looking, as if expecting something, and as if thinking about something ..., probably remembering the past, our figure gradually disappeared into the sunset and kept running in the direction of home. Time flies in my heart, and my feelings for home are getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, I found myself lost in the warmth of home, so deep.

My primary school suddenly waved to me. On the way home, there is only a school bus. Looking around, there is only a glimpse of the target of the reference. Different from kindergarten, there are a few more people who run home like me. The road is not so long, but it is familiar and unfamiliar. Home is far away. I am no longer a babbling child. I began to learn to live independently, facing difficulties like an eagle on a cliff, including trying to find my way home. My timid heart seeps into my tissues from my veins, but I know that the eagle will learn to fly and face it one day, just like me, learn to ride a horse, learn to find a way and learn to choose.

On the long-distance train, the car is slowly heading home, and my heart is running slowly with the train. Employing people is a thinking reed grass, and home is a field that provides fertile land. It's a long way home. I hope that years will not wash away its prosperity, but also give us a little warmth to find our way home.

"Go home, go home, my heart needs it. Go home, go home ... "

There is only one reason for me to go home-home is the root that I can never give up. ...

he

He, an elderly traveler,

His life is full of pursuits, and he is full of enthusiasm and walks along the long river of dreams until …

After all this walking, you will eventually get tired. At this moment, he stopped to look back, and the difficult journey folded into the past scenery, and sweat spilled over the whole trip.

Looking back, a series of crooked footprints behind me opened a long forgotten memory. I thought I was used to the intrigue of officialdom, I thought I was used to the ups and downs of business, but I couldn't forget the loneliness when I left home.

The past is like smoke, and he recalls the warmth of his childhood mother sewing clothes, the pictures of his father plowing the fields, and the joy of playing with his companions in a small fire. He can't forget it. At the moment he walked out of the mountain, his mother chased him and gently told him, son, go home if you are tired.

Looking at the geese flying in the air, he understood that no matter how high the birds fly, they will eventually fall into their nests, and no matter how far people float, they will eventually return to their homes.

At this time, he only has one thought: go home.

you

You are a student outside.

You have always regarded studying abroad as your biggest dream. You used to work hard, but you were indifferent to everything around you. You don't care about festivals in China, and you don't value the culture in China. You say these are too corny.

Today, however, when you stand in a foreign land, you really understand the meaning of home. Suddenly, you find yourself a long-distance ship, and your motherland is your eternal harbor. So, you started all the festivals in China before you realized how colorful the festivals in the motherland are. Only when you begin to learn the culture of China do you realize how profound the culture of the motherland is. You finally realize that your ignorance has easily denied China for five thousand years, and it is you who are truly indigenous!

But who knows, your heart is still empty and lonely, and when will your yearning for the motherland be eliminated? When the Olympic athletes won the laurels for the motherland, your heart surged and tears soaked your eyes. The national anthem lingers in your ears, and you say to yourself: China! Motherland! At this point, you are muttering to the East: Mom, I am back.

Later, someone asked you how you felt about returning to China, but you said faintly but affectionately: home.

Home, the organic combination of rain and sunshine; Home, the starting point of glory, the end of silence; Home, endless tears and laughter, endless stories and words.

I just hope that people who leave home all over the world can go home early.

7. When I got home, I suddenly turned around and gradually found that my home is in the place where there is always advice, there is always a harbor for pure education, and more importantly, there are relatives who nag me all day. ...

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Home is at hand.

When I was a child, I missed a lot of things, and only the deep affection was precipitated. In my impression, grandpa's eyes are always too calm, and his deep pupils tell the unknown knot. Everything in his eyes is like a still lake, so firm and solemn. Every night, he rides his old bike and goes to kindergarten slowly and leisurely in the afterglow of sunset. From a distance, I waved to my grandfather. He hugged me, pushed his leg up, and the bicycle rolled forward, trying to move. I am full of joy and eager to tell grandpa what happened in the kindergarten. His eyes kept staring at the front, kept looking, as if expecting something, and as if thinking about something ..., probably remembering the past, our figure gradually disappeared into the sunset and kept running in the direction of home.

Home is in my heart.

Time flies, my feelings for home are getting deeper and deeper, and I suddenly find myself lost in the warmth of home, so deep. My primary school suddenly waved to me. On the way home, there is only a school bus. Looking around, there is only a glimpse of the target of the reference. Different from kindergarten, there are a few more people who run home like me. The road is not so long, but it is familiar and unfamiliar.

Make it your home.

I am no longer a babbling child. I began to learn to live independently and face difficulties like an eagle on a cliff, including trying to find my way home. My timid heart seeps into my tissues from my veins, but I know that the eagle will learn to fly and face it one day, just like me, learn to ride a horse, learn to find a way and learn to choose. On the long-distance train, the car is slowly heading home, and my heart is running slowly with the train.

Man is a thinking reed, and home is a field that provides fertile land. It's a long way home. I hope that years will not wash away its prosperity, but also give us a little warmth to find our way home.

"Go home, go home, my heart needs it. Go home, go home ... "

For everyone who leaves home, going home seems to be something I want to do every day but I can't always do. Because we have too many' forced'. For example, going to school in different places, for example, going to work far away. But despite this, no matter how heavy the burden, everyone still wants to go home. Because at home, we can relax, laugh and cry, and be ourselves, without affectation or affectation.

I am also a child who goes to school outside. Although it's not far, I'm not tired to go home once a week, but I still can't miss home.

Today, I went home again. Today, I am extremely eager to go home at once. Because tomorrow is a special day-Women's Day. I want to celebrate this festival for my mother.

On the bus, I met a sister in No.1 Middle School. She is in grade three now. She said that their holiday time is irregular, and they only have holidays without exams. It is not easy for her to go home today. After listening to it, I feel lucky-at least I can go home often.

Then, the driver's uncle also sang "Go home often". As time goes on, the sun sets slowly. The car is carrying a car full of people racing against the sunset on the way home. I believe we must be the first to reach the finish line, don't you think?

9. 500-word composition in the third grade of primary school. The sound after I came home, the noise at home.

I think. Every family has a different voice! For example: laughter, mahjong, noise and sigh …

However, my family always has quarrels. Almost every time, my mother and I are fighting.

Mom has a bad temper. I inherited her genes. So almost every time I quarrel with her, we don't give in. We didn't stop until one of them stopped talking.

I've never talked back to my mother before. I just listened to her quietly. When she finished, I left. Maybe it was because I didn't dare. It was not until the rebellious period that I slowly began to talk back to my mother. Maybe it's because I inherited my mother's genes. I have a bad temper, too, and I'm a little emotional. It'll be fine when it's good. It's bad when it's bad I don't want to. I am her daughter.

Take what just happened, for example. It is clearly agreed to go shopping in Tianhe City next time. We're ready to go out. A friend just called me. After I finished, she asked, "Who's here?" What's your name? ""I won't tell you! " "It must be a man! In order to avoid my mother's problems, I robbed the computer because my cousin was playing bubble hall with his laptop. I can't control my strength for a moment. I even unplugged the power. Embarrassed, I lowered my head and said to my cousin, "Go and pick it up!" "Suddenly, my father said," Wow, how can you be so savage! Mom pinched me with her hand. I don't know what she said. Then she said, "You can't bring your computer back when you do your homework." Because I'm in my father's company, "I said. Actually, I'm just saying. Who knows that she was really angry and said, "Don't talk to me like that. I want to tell you something ... ""Then I really need to use the computer to do my homework! "At this moment, my father chimed in and said," Aren't you going out? Still not going? " Mom's fire is even more prosperous: "Change the topic again, forget it if you don't go." Then I got up and left. I can only sit there in frustration.

After a while, my mother opened the door and left a sentence sternly: "I can't turn on the computer to play games except doing my homework." I heard three words: there is a problem!

I thought to myself: didn't you do your homework when you turned on the computer? I didn't play games. Why are you angry with me? The game is played by my cousin, not me. Don't scold him. You scold me? It's not a problem

So, I suddenly had the inspiration to write this composition.

Always at home. She's not bored. I am bored.

10. Write a composition on going home, the topic is the voice when going home, an attractive word and a warm association. It affects the dreams of countless wanderers. Imagine how touching it is for a village in the sunset and a travel-stained wanderer to visit his family!

Please write an article on the topic of "going home". The style is not limited, the topic is self-made, and the number of words is not less than 800 words.

Propositional composition questions

[Brilliant idea] Go home, make up a story about middle school students going home in a mountain village, and show the theme that children from poor families have long been masters of their own affairs.

It's the weekend. Wang Hui ties his shoelaces and goes on his way. The county middle school is not far from home, but it is a mountain road. Wang Hui is on the road, thinking about the teacher's class this week. When I got home, my parents went to the fields. Wang Hui talked with grandma who was paralyzed in bed about school. She found that the water tank was empty, so she picked up the bucket and went to the village head to fetch water. Seeing that it was getting dark, I cooked for the animals. When his parents came back, he told Wang Hui to go to bed early, because he would fetch water to water the crops tomorrow morning and work all day tomorrow. ...

Returning begins with another meaning of going home-death, and a story is made up.

Grandma Wang opened her muddy eyes and looked at her children and grandchildren around the bed. The sons are very promising and filial, and the grandchildren are also very sensible and never make her angry. Grandma Wang feels that she has lived a very worthwhile life, and there is nothing to complain about when she meets her ancestors and the elderly in the underworld. Her mouth moved, trying to smile. Suddenly, I clearly saw the old man waving to her. She tried to say "I'm going home" and left with a smile.

Happy Huang Shoupa changed her perspective and showed her love tolerance through Jack's thoughts on his way home from prison.

I was sitting on the bus home, thinking about the letter I wrote to my wife before I was released: "If you want me to go home, please tie a Huang Shoupa on the ginkgo tree in front of the door." I didn't write what I wouldn't do because I had fantasies in my heart. However, I thought in despair that I am now a prisoner who has served his sentence; My wife will never forgive me. The car is very close to home, so I have the impulse to jump off and run back. Suddenly, I was shocked: God, there is a Huang Shoupa on the ginkgo tree in front of my house!