What does home mean to us?

Jiajia is a warm word for all of us. And since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering. The end of the wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul - going home.

Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about his home - Yingdu during his exile. Therefore, no matter how much suffering there is, he can wear a high crown, a long sword, and chant his "Nine Songs." But once Yingdu was captured and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he knew that there was no more home for him in this world. He went to another, more distant place, which was his home.

No wonder people say, "Everyone who meets by chance is like a guest from a foreign land." Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse stops moving forward." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "bow his head and miss his hometown"; no matter how selfless Du Fu is, he also knows that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold." ; An Xin's memory... The literati in the feudal era often wandered in the mountains and under the ancient roads under the setting sun, maybe because of their future, maybe because of the war, or maybe because of other reasons, but when they saw the lights and lights of thousands of houses in the city, How can we not recall the beautiful home and feel all kinds of emotions when we see the sporadic fishing lights on the river, or see a few wisps of smoke in the wild mountains of Wushan? "Where is the country gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad"!

Even in peaceful and peaceful times, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is so beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, my brothers and sisters are all harmonious...". "Beijingers in New York" tells the story of overseas Chinese's view of home, which is a family happily reunited in a courtyard. Huang Lei's home in "Lost in Time" has the unique charm of the Jiangnan water town and the flavor of Grandpa Qi's books.

Our age has a more different view of home: we want to have a house of our own, decorate it ourselves, and live our own life; who can walk far away with me in the clouds and live close to the sun, who can hide the Don't listen to the hustle and bustle of the world, and want a clean and free life. This is how rebellious children think, but this is not what good children think. They want to live with their parents and put their previous home and future home together.

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

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Going home

As night falls, people who have been busy for a day are all in a hurry. At this moment, they all have the same destination in mind - Home.

When you are away from home, you feel the longing for home like "a butterfly dreaming of being home thousands of miles away". On the way home, you feel the urgency of wanting to "shrink away from home thousands of miles away"; when you return from a long absence, home is like "looking at your knees" The comfort of "easy to install".

No matter where you are, you are always close to home. 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 the care full of mother's advice and father's care will never be forgotten.

Homecoming is like an arrow. I believe everyone should have this experience. In fact, returning home is more than just like an arrow. I wish I could become a beam of light. I am thousands of miles away in an instant. The closer I get to home, this The stronger this feeling is, the longer it will fade away until you step into your home.

The classic saxophone song "Going Home" has touched the hearts of many wanderers. It came about because when the writer came home late at night, he found his mother still sitting on the sofa waiting for his return. His true feelings surged So this classic was written. In the dead of night, listening to "Going Home" alone, you will strongly feel the warmth of home and the concern of your loved ones at home. The homesickness slowly rises from the bottom of your heart, as if there is an invisible force driving you to rush home. That’s the magic of it, and that’s the magic of home.

I seem to be reminded of Empress Li’s lament after her country was destroyed and her family was destroyed: “Thousands of miles away, it’s easy to say goodbye but hard to see now.

"You can only "know no one in your dream". How painful it is to be homeless or have a home and not be able to return!

Withered vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges, flowing water , people, it is because of "people" that the above series of scenery have the breath of life. Home is where the heart is, and where the heart is, there is everything. The source of everything is the same foundation, which is home.

Leaving home, missing home, going home, people often repeat this thing, but there is no one. Feeling boring. No matter how far we are from home, the care for home will bring us back.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? I can’t help but ask myself: “When will I go home? ”

Wen San

The feeling of home

Our nation is really an emotional nation. What is home? Let’s look at the word “home”. Under the house There are pigs, and it is a happy scene. The family lives in the same house harmoniously and has a pen full of fat pigs. It is like a warm "farmhouse". The Chinese people should be the most settled in the country. Well, because you have a home that can shield you from all the hardships and sorrows, why do you have to run around?

When you go out, almost all hotels have such a slogan: "You feel at home". Think about it, really? Can just those neatly folded beds, cold quilts and some seemingly luxurious furniture make guests feel like they are home? Maybe not. Not only because it has the familiar environment and relatives we have lived with since childhood, but more importantly, it is the hidden feeling of dependence and freedom in our hearts. It would be nice to see the parents we have missed for a long time when we go home during the holidays. That's fine, but the unrestricted conversation and stress-free atmosphere at the dinner table is the real feeling of home. If someone thinks that a place with relatives is a home, I don't believe you should try living in a hotel with your parents. , I would rather stay in my own messy little nest.

In my opinion, "home" is an innate complex that cannot be noticed at ordinary times, but emerges in strange places. In my heart. Home, hometown, is a mark that cannot be erased in a person's life. When he grows up, he always leaves home. At this time, the feeling of home is no longer the annoying nagging of his mother, but sublimates into a memory and a smell. The fog that covers your eyes when you are unhappy in a foreign country

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

But so what? Who can explain this feeling clearly? When people drink water, they know whether it is warm or cold. The role of home in the heart is like adding a piece of clothing when the wind blows, but only you know how warm it is.

The feeling of home is nothing more than that. There is warmth, parents, relatives, happiness, tolerance, and stability, that's all. What else can I ask for when I have a family like this?

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I haven't had this since I was a child. Strange words are a place that wanderers miss all the time, a harbor that allows you to dock at any time, and an everlasting warm light that always makes us feel more comfortable.

From I have never deliberately defined what is a home, because I know very well that I have two homes, "big family" in Jiangsu, and "little home" in Shenzhen. I love both homes, but the meaning of love is different. , the former is more like a hazy feeling, a vague sense of loss, which seems to stay in a corner of my heart forever, very eternal, while the latter is a normal warm and real feeling, a clear sense of solidity, which seems to always be there. It’s so comfortable to be here in front of you.

There are many reasons why I haven’t been back to you in the past few years. I'm delighted. So this year, when the New Year is approaching, what I want to say is: "Go home to celebrate the New Year, and go back to 'everyone' to celebrate the New Year!" It's sonorous, powerful, firm and real.

Recalling the past visits to "Everyone" to celebrate the New Year, I always have a very warm feeling and a lingering nostalgia. I was excited from the moment I boarded the train home. I happily looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, but the home in my heart never changed. The pure light snow, the biting cold wind, the vast sea, and the familiar smell of steamed buns always fill my brain and make me miss them endlessly. I miss the red color of the door couplets, the majestic crowing of roosters, the crackle of firecrackers, the relaxation and joy of the New Year, and the feeling of the New Year.

Why do I love to go back to celebrate the New Year with you more? Why do you like that place where you only stay for a dozen days every few years? I think because there are many of my beloved relatives there, I like to share the joy of the New Year with them, the warmth of family reunion, and the lasting and eternal love.

On the long-distance call, when I said "Go home for the New Year", my grandma, who was over seventy years old, seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew it, always knew it, as if I had seen it. Zhang Ci's face burst into a bright smile.

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In the young and ancient years, when I wrapped the petals of impatiens on my fingertips, the past was as warm as the sunshine at four o'clock in the winter afternoon. In the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, the ground is full of blooming dandelions. Intentionally or unintentionally, they are blown away. As the sun sets, their blossoms float towards the horizon.

Whenever I recall my childhood memories, the first thing that pops into my mind is always the image of dandelions flying in the fields, as white as snowflakes in the beautiful dusk, soaked in tears. They wandered around Shirdi because they did not want to leave home.

A long time ago, Dandelion and I wandered away from home together, and we could no longer find any news about it in the noisy and silent city. On another day when the evening breeze comes, I will be alone under the twilight sky and ask the wind where the dandelions went that year. Have they ever been homesick? Then I will wait quietly for the answer that never comes back, feeling homesick in loneliness.

I went back home a long time ago. It was not as ecstatic and violent as I imagined when a little wild horse breaks away from the reins. The wandering or the first time I look forward to going home day and night is actually a farewell to my loved ones. I follow the long journey. A team in white clothes walked to see her off for the last time. For the first time, we feel the fragility and helplessness of life. At the moment of death sentence, human beings are only sad. In the end, she fell asleep alone on the hillside, where the dandelions were blooming and the desolation that no one cares about. Every seed conveyed the eternal sadness in the wind.

Before leaving, I looked greedily at every corner of the earth, ambitiously wanting to step on every brick on the stone road. Children who leave home don’t know when they will come home next.

One dawn many years later, I quietly left home again with tears in my eyes.

Some things can never be hated, home is like home. No matter how barren and old-fashioned it is, no matter how outflowing it is, as long as you take a look at the gurgling stream, the enchanting mountain red in March, the faces full of vicissitudes, and the clear eyes, all the unhappiness will immediately disappear.

The life of life, the death of death, from the known to the unknown, from the unknown to the known, history has never solved the mystery of love and the strangeness of the soul, the ongoing layers of the universe in dreams and space. Layers of mystery. Home is a mystery that takes a lifetime to explain. Even if the whole world shuts you out, the door of home is always open.

There is only one road in life, and the end of that road is the tomb. I walk non-stop just to get home before reaching the tomb.

Only by always maintaining the strength of home can we never lose the mood to fly in the thunder, lightning, snow and the axes of life.

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