Composition: "Home"

Family is always a safe haven in our hearts. However, in the warmth, there are also family quips, which makes you laugh and cry. Especially in my family, there are five people, so what happens is more interesting and surprising.

let me give you an example.

one afternoon, my mother went to my aunt's house next door, and there were no adults at home. And, "there is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is king", what's more, this young lady belongs to the monkey! As a result, I, the "great witch of mixed times", extended the "devil's claw" to the computer I kissed. I didn't know that "Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway", a more hateful villain-my brother, started a computer battle with me. After 3 rounds of fierce fighting, I was forced to shout "surrender". I can't help it. Who told me to beat that boy?

So, I was doing my homework with a smelly face, and I was discontentedly listening to the music coming from the south, the click of the mouse, the tapping of the keyboard and the laughter from time to time from my brother. Hum, mom will come back later to see if your boy will die! Speak of the devil. Mom really "floated" in all of a sudden. When she saw my sister and I writing our homework respectfully, she was still smiling, but when she saw my brother's "criminal behavior", her face changed. Shouting: "Boy, have you finished your homework?" Die and do your homework! ! ！” As soon as my brother heard his mother's "magic voice", his legs were soft with fear, and then he was carried out like a chicken by his mother's eagle.

ha ha ha ha, little one, you are still a little young to fight with me. Now that they are all out, the spirit of not afraid of death inspired me to stand in front of the computer. Just when I was about to play, my mother said, "What are you doing?"! ! ！” It gave me a unique thought:

"Run away"

He closed his eyes and prayed sincerely: "God, please let me have a house. I want to take good care of my wife and children. I want to have a real home."

He is a beggar, begging for money from others in the street all day. If it weren't for his wife and children, he wouldn't live like this. He can go to heaven without regret, even if it is hell, he is fearless.

god heard his words. The merciful God thought for a long time and finally appeared before him: "Good man, I meet your requirements."

After a flash of dazzling light, a house appeared in front of him. Although it was not very big, he was still very excited to draw a "ten" on his chest to show his gratitude to God.

three of them moved in. Every day, as before, he begged in the street during the day, returned home at night and had "dinner" with his wife and children. The days started well, but soon, he felt a little uncomfortable: "It's really unreasonable for us to live in such a good house, but eat such poor food and get the dirty eyes of others. If only we had money!" So, in the later days, he was unhappy. Finally, one day, he couldn't help it He ran to the church and prayed devoutly: "Dear God, please give me money. I want to have some self-esteem and let my wife and children eat better, so that I can feel at home." God promised him.

When I got home, I saw that the floor was full of money, at least $1 million. He took the money, threw it into the air and laughed. His wife and children are also laughing happily. With some money, he bought a lot of decent clothes, and at the same time, what they eat every day is no longer leftovers, but excellent meals, and some even the rich can't afford it. House, bought a big one; Car, bought an expensive one. The days are getting better day by day, and he has become very extravagant. Gradually, he felt that his wife was a little annoyed and ugly, and even wanted to abandon her. He indulges in feasting every day, and even has another woman outside. His wife was very sad and left with her son and some money.

gradually, he ran out of money. At this time, his friends who were drinking with him and the women he was away from left him. "You poor man don't deserve such a good house!" People swarmed in and seized his small building and car.

in winter, it is extremely cold and the wind is blowing. He walked alone in the street, being scolded and laughed at by others. His eyes were moist, and then his heart came back to life. He began to miss his wife and children, recalled that they and he pushed the leftover half a loaf of bread from each other in the difficult begging life, thought of his wife's exhortations and his son's cordial hug, and he cried, shouted and ran in the street. He cried and fell to his knees: "God, I only want my wife and children, and I don't want anything else. Please, God!" God said earnestly, "Go, they are waiting for you!" "

At the end of the street, there is a tiny house, and a mother and son are laughing. He ran madly in the past ...

[article 2 ]

Every family is a warm word for all of us. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding drift, but the end point of drift is to find the paradise of one's own soul-home.

In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Lisao, thought most about that home-Yingdu. So no matter how much suffering, he can wear a high crown and a long sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and the country was ruined, he knew that there was no home in the world, and he went to another more distant place, which was his home.

No wonder people say, "When we meet by chance, we are all guests from other places". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "where is the home of the Qinling Mountains, and the snow holds the blue horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will also be "sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home"; Du Fu is selfless and knows "one message from home is worth a ton of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home gloriously. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a spring water flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of an Anxin seat in the native land of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era may be wandering in the mountains and under the ancient sunset road because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, but how can they not remember the beauty when they see the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or the wisps of light smoke in the Shan Ye Ridge? But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves!

Even in peaceful and serene times, the attachment to home is still so strong. My family is beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, and my brothers and sisters are in harmony. "Beijingers in new york" tells the story of overseas China people's views on home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in Time Like Water is the unique rhyme of Jiangnan water town and the taste of Grandpa Qi's books there.

at this age, we have a more different view of home: we want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live by ourselves; Who walks far away in the clouds with me, stays near the sun, can hide their ears from the worldly noise and wants a clean and free life. That's what rebellious children think, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their former home and future home together.

Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my home.

[ Wen San ]

What's broken

As soon as Ann came near the house, she smelled a strange smell. She subconsciously rushed into the kitchen and turned off the fire on the stove. I don't know what burned it. Dad said in the study, "Who's back?" Ann should be out of the kitchen. Dad was still sitting in front of the computer in the study, and the smoke in the study made An Angang go in and back out.

"Dad, what's burning on the stove?" "I don't know, ask your mother." "Where's Mom?" I don't know. Dad's indifferent attitude made An An helpless. At this time, her mother opened the door and came in. When she saw An An's smile, her face changed immediately. Ann hurried back to her room and closed the door.

as I expected, my mother started yelling at my father, for the burnt things in the pot, for the smell of smoke in the study, and for the attitude that my father refused to leave when he sat in front of the computer. Mother is a very cultured woman, and her words are profound and sharp. Although she is not talking about An An, An An's heart tingles. She leans back against the door and thinks, "These are my parents." Then the tears began to slide down.

Dad finally started to fight back, fighting against a woman's unreasonable and unbearable scolding for a man's dignity.

why is that? Ann curled up behind the door and cried silently. She doesn't understand why a nice and warm home has become like this. Where is the father who is calm and humorous and supports this family like a mountain? Why did his kind smile and gentle enthusiasm no longer belong to her and her mother, but disappeared into clouds of smoke and fluorescence night after night. Where is the gentle, elegant mother who provides warmth like the earth? Why did her tenderness and consideration for her father turn into cold accusations and bitter satire!

there was a strange sound outside the door, like a shoving sound. Ann doesn't know if they will fight. Although she always believed that her father wouldn't do anything to her mother, she always believed her mother's words: "Don't be afraid, Ann, you have a home." At that time, mom and dad quarreled for the first time. Ann was so scared that she hid in her mother's arms and cried, so they stopped quarreling. Her mother smiled softly and said warmly, "Don't be afraid, Ann, you have a home." What a happy feeling, like a lifetime ago. Ann spent more than half a year in quarrels, big and small, and shed so many tears. Every time she comforted herself with her mother's words: "I'm not afraid, I still have a home."

Mom's crying voice is also sharp, penetrating every floor of the wall, and the wall hurts. Ann asked herself, do I still have a home?

Dad finally couldn't stand it, and slammed the door out. Mom suddenly stopped crying, and suddenly the room became very quiet.

Ann seems to hear something broken.

Ann is suddenly very tired and wants to sleep. The happiest thing when I was a child was to get up from my crib on Sunday morning and squeeze into the room between my parents to sleep. Even when I woke up, my parents were not around, and my heart was full of tenderness that I wanted to cry. Ann sincerely hopes that she will forget her father's coldness, full of acrimony and all their quarrels over the past six months, and then wake up to see their smiles. Her mother said, "No, Ann, you have a home."

[ Wen Si ]

Going home

As night falls, people who have been busy all day are rushing on, and now they all have the same destination-home.

When you are away from home, home is the yearning of "Wan Li in the butterfly's dream". On the way home, home is the kind of urgency that you can't wait to shrink. After a long separation, home is the kind of comfort of "easy peace of mind"

no matter where you are, the distance from home is close at hand. Because home is the thread in the hands of a loving mother. It was sewn tightly on your body before you left. No matter how far away from home. The feeling of home is always so warm, and it is full of mother's advice and father's concern, which will never be forgotten.

anxious to return, I believe everyone should have had this experience. In fact, it's more than an arrow to return home. I wish I could become a beam of light, thousands of miles away in a blink of an eye. The closer I get home, the stronger this feeling will be until I step into the house.

The classic saxophone "Going Home" touched many wanderers' hearts. It came into being precisely because the writer came home late at night and found his mother still sitting on the sofa waiting for him to return, and his true feelings surged, so he wrote this classic. When you listen to Home alone in the dead of night, you will strongly feel the warmth of home and the care of your relatives at home, and the homesickness will slowly rise from the bottom of your heart, as if there is an invisible force driving you home. This is the magic of it and the magic of home.

I seem to remember the sigh of Li Houzhu after the country's death: "It's a thousand miles away, and it's easier to see when it's not." I can only "dream about strangers". How painful it is to be homeless or have a home and not be able to return!

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, and people's homes, it is precisely because of the "people" that a series of scenery above have the breath of life. Home is where the heart is, and where the heart is, it is home. Everything comes with a home. Home is the source of life, and everything has a common foundation, and that is home.

people often repeat this thing when they leave home, miss home and go home. But no one is bored. No matter how far away we are from home, the concern for home will take us back.

The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? When the melodious saxophone came back to me, I couldn't help asking myself, "When will I go home?"

[ Wen Wu ]

The feeling of home

Our nation is really an emotional nation. What is home? Look at the word "home". There are tapirs, that is, pigs, under the house, which are a happy scene. The family lived in a house in a harmonious way, and they also raised a circle of fat pigs. What a warm "farmhouse". China people should be the most resettled people, because having a home can cover all the hardships and worries, so why do they have to travel around?

When you are away from home, almost all hotels have such a slogan: "Feel at home". You can't help thinking more after reading it. Really? Can only those neatly stacked beds, icy bedding and some seemingly luxurious furniture make guests feel at home? I'm afraid not. We attach importance to home, not only because it has the familiar environment and relatives we have lived with since childhood, but more importantly, we are afraid of the hidden dependence and unconstrained feeling in our hearts. It is good to see your parents who have missed you for a long time when you study abroad and come home on holidays, but the unrestrained talk and stress-free atmosphere at the dinner table is the real feeling of home. If someone thinks that a place with relatives is home, I'm afraid I can't agree. If you don't believe me, try staying in a hotel with your parents. I'd rather stay in my messy nest.

in my opinion, "home" is an innate complex, which is imperceptible in ordinary times and comes to mind in strange places. Home, hometown, is a brand that a person can't erase all his life. When I grow up, I always leave home. At this time, the feeling of home is no longer my mother's endless nagging, but sublimated into a memory, a smell, and a layer of fog that covers my eyes when I am unhappy in a foreign land.

"Home" is not just a house, but a harbor. When I am helpless, what I am thinking about is no longer a big problem about the future and livelihood, but I want to get into bed at home and cry.

but what if you say so much? Who has the feeling of being able to explain clearly this family? If a man drinks water, he knows it well. The role of home in the heart is just like a piece of clothing added when the wind blows, just right, but only you know how warm it is.

What I feel at home is nothing more than warmth, parents, relatives, happiness, tolerance and stability, and that's all. With a family like this, what can a husband ask for?

[ Wen Liu ]

Family

Xu Qiguo

Family is a warm word for all of us. And since I have a home, I have a corresponding wandering, but the end point of wandering is to find my own spiritual paradise-home.

Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought the most during his exile.