Ten compositions of the seventh grade "Home"

Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere. The following is a selection of ten seventh-grade compositions about "home" compiled by me. Welcome to read and share.

"Home" Composition Grade 7 1

My home is a simple family of three in hundreds of millions of families, but it crosses the sky like a beautiful scenic line, adding a bit of aura to the sky.

My mother is patient in everything and never loses heart. Besides, she doesn't care about my study. Once I didn't do well in the quiz, she yelled at me and lost dozens of hairs. I wanted to forget it, but the next day she brought a thick exercise book and accompanied me to 1 1 every night for a month.

If mom is like a persistent drop of water, then dad is like a tolerant sea! He always said, "Dad doesn't expect you to study hard, as long as you can grow up healthily and happily!" " Every weekend, my father will take me to the square to play badminton. When I am tired, I will buy an ice cream, then carefully peel off the wrapping paper on the ice cream and watch me eat it sweetly.

Originally this habit was unshakable. Since the exam, when I want to play badminton with my father again, my mother stood at the door with her waist crossed: "Don't go! I dropped 14 in the exam and still went to play.

Dad quickly stopped in front of me: "The child has been studying for a week. Before he finished beating his father, he was interrupted by his mother:" It's all your fault. At first, she was not allowed to learn the piano. Who doesn't know that learning piano can improve intelligence! But if you want to learn what she recited, aren't you just saying it?

Tell me about it. Tell me about it. what did you say ? I didn't say anything. My mother was impassioned, as if standing in the golden hall of Vienna. This last sentence lasted for ten years, and finally came to an end when my grades rose. My father refused to let me learn the piano, which led to a decline in my academic performance and was finally classified as history.

Very ordinary! But it can give me confidence when I am frustrated and care when I am injured. Wherever I go, she will always be my safest haven and my most loyal servant.

The tutor taught me what love is and what affection is. My family gave me too much. I want to cherish my home and love my family.

"Home" composition Grade 7 2

Parents often work overtime or go on business trips, and I am generally the only one at home. When I got home, I was greeted by a cold white wall instead of a warm home. The house is surprisingly quiet. Where were the things on the table yesterday? They still exist today. Looking at the familiar home, I always feel empty. There is also a piece of paper on the table, which says that I will study hard and my parents will not come back for dinner. I skillfully kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. When eating, I always feel that rice and vegetables are hot and cold again and again, but they are still too cold to swallow. I picked up the newspaper of the day and looked at the colorful words and pictures printed on it. I just feel upset. I put down the newspaper and saw our widescreen LCD TV. The screen was dark, and I only saw myself inside.

Take out your exercise book and start doing your homework. There was silence all around. Occasionally a few shouts came from outside the window, and everything seemed so quiet. At this time, I only heard the tiny sound of the ball-point pen rubbing on the paper, thin and quiet.

Lying in bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, I suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, and the scene in front of me seemed to be twisted into a ball. What about the warmth of home? What about the harmony at home? What about happiness at home? Why have I never felt it? At this point, the past scenes came to mind again.

When my father is on a business trip, my mother always tells me to lock the doors and windows and put away my clothes. Every time my father always calls back after he arrives safely, he hangs up after three rings. I know this is the tacit understanding between mom and dad.

Every rainy season, my father's back aches, and my mother always spreads a thick cotton blanket for him, which makes my father sweat, but he insists: "Sweating can be healthy, and sweating can detoxify."

On Sunday, no matter how busy my father is, he will buy back the fruits and vegetables that my mother and I love to eat. My mother always said he was stupid and couldn't bargain. My father just smiled and said, "Next time, next time!" " I laughed at the side.

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These trifles seem to have been forgotten by me. Are these not the warmth, harmony and happiness of home?

I don't care about these trivial things. In fact, they told me that I have a warm home.

I think I will give my parents a big hug when they come back.

"Home" composition Grade 7 3

What is home? Some people say that home is a warm harbor; Some people say that home is the source of happiness; Some people say that home is a place full of love. I said, home is a comfort, and home is a yearning; Home is an expectation.

Home, a familiar term in the hearts of countless people, is the only way to have happiness and love. We long for the warmth, happiness and comfort of home.

When people who make a living outside have not returned for many years, their hearts will always be open to their families. When they got home, their hearts were full of warmth. Although they have experienced many years of wind and rain, there have been failures and setbacks, but home has made them forget all the pain and feel only the happiness of home.

It seems that many people go home for the New Year this year. Whether it's a migrant worker who works outside the home or a big boss who gets along well in a different place, he may be full of expectations for his home, and he does feel the urgency of homesickness in a different place. When we see from the news that people carrying big bags and small bags to bring gifts to their families are on their way home, their happiness and happiness are beyond ordinary people's understanding. Waiting for them are wives, children and mothers who have not seen each other for many years, and waiting for them are warm homes and infinite expectations.

People who stay at home may be a little luckier than them, but those who can't go home for many years and still stick to their jobs have more sorrow and regret, but perhaps what makes them more gratified is that although they can't return to their "small home", they can always live with everyone, and they give up the spirit of small family for everyone, which deserves our admiration.

For us, it is very simple to spend the New Year at home. We really should cherish the present time. When I grow up, I will wander away from my hometown. Don't leave regrets, because home is our eternal yearning.

Love comes from home, love comes from home. Home will always hold up a free sky for us. Let's stay with our families forever!

"Home" composition Grade 7 Grade 4

Dancing butterflies have their own beautiful homes, hardworking bees have their own sweet homes, and smart and lovely silkworm babies also have their own snow-white homes ... Home is not only a house, a shelter from the wind and rain, but also the destination of our hearts and spiritual sustenance.

Just after the Spring Festival, it should be the festival that feels most at home, but many people are running away from home and can't go home to reunite with their families. They can also feel the sadness of "missing their relatives twice during the festive season" in different places! Therefore, people who work outside, don't forget that home is always your reliance and your safe haven.

But many people don't feel the warmth of home. It can be said that they have no home since childhood. They are a group of abandoned orphans. Maybe they don't know what home is, and even hate the word home. However, there are also many enthusiastic people in this world, giving them a sense of home and a wonderful childhood. With the feeling of home, they will not have too much regret and resentment, and may be glad that there is still love and home in this world.

Compared with these people, some people don't cherish the happy home they have. For example, some people leave home easily because of some small things, so they abandon their homes at will and have no nostalgia. We can see that what they abandoned was their inner sustenance. How can they have a better life without their inner sustenance?

Everyone's home is a castle in his heart, made of pieces of bricks of love, where you don't have to worry about wind, rain and lightning, and home will always protect us. Maybe your home is very shabby and old, but it doesn't matter. As long as it is built with love, it must be invincible. As the saying goes, the golden nest is not as good as our kennel, and the reason is the same.

Of course, an empty home is not like a warm home. The definition of home is not just a building, but a happy nest made up of family members. There will be my mother's verbosity, my father's sternness, my brother's naughty and my willfulness, but this is also the raw material to fill the home, so that the home is no longer a dead thing, but a vibrant home.

"Home" composition Grade 7 Grade 5

Before, I thought I knew romance, and I was deeply intoxicated by the scenery and people everywhere. However, I forgot an important place in my life: home, because those things touched me deeply.

On that day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and the town was shrouded in smoke like a tulle tent. Out of school, everything seems to be alive, rain drops to the world like broken beads, and birds fly around in people's ears, as if playing hide-and-seek with people! I was intoxicated by the smiling face of the originally depressed little flower.

I heard a voice. It turned out that two mothers and daughters embraced each other. They said, "I finally found you. Mom is worried about you because you have been away from home for so many days. The meal is cold, come home and eat! " The girl's face was full of tears, dripping on her mother's shoulder like soybeans, and said, "Mom, I regret that you have paid so much for me, but I left home." Mother and daughter are gone. The old woman who was cooking said, "This child is really miserable. He was born without a father. " I heard tears gushing and running in the direction of home.

Walking in a dark alley, I saw a small house. Small as it is, it can shelter from the wind and rain. Although short-lived, it surrounded the warmth of home. I looked in through the window. "Dad" is helping his son with food and looking at him tenderly. "Mom" also said, "Finish eating, do your homework, be good!" Look here. I feel a lot about home again. Although the light in this home is not very bright, it is a sun that can illuminate the whole world at home. But which family isn't? My desire to go home was even stronger, and I ran home crazily. ...

The door at home slowly opened a little, and my mother's voice floated out: "son, go home and wash your hands for dinner!" " "I cried, tears fell like raindrops.

Candlelight dinner can't be as romantic as a simple meal, and no matter how delicious the food is, it can't be as delicious as the food your mother served in the kitchen. No matter how good the hotel is, it is not as safe and warm as home!

Home is simple, but it contains special love! Home is very important, don't forget it when you grow up!

"Home" composition grade seven, grade six

Home, what is home? Home is the closest place to your heart; Home is the eternal concern that haunts your heart; Home is your shelter when you encounter a storm.

Once, home stood in my memory in a dense posture. It can even be said that I have never had a complete and correct definition of home. I only know that the place to go home from school is home, the place to eat is home, and the place to rest when I am sleepy is home.

Perhaps, I gave such a broad definition of "home" that when I was about to leave home for high school, I didn't have any nostalgia for the place I called home 15 years. Instead, I look forward to the coming campus life. Home? Homeless everywhere!

When I entered school, my life completely deviated from my imagination. On the first day, I felt that the life I expected was too tired, so tired that even eating in the canteen became an extremely hard thing for me. This just know, home, such a warm place.

Once, I thought I was a strong and adaptable person, but I was wrong. Man is the truest when he faces himself alone. I'm not strong, really, not at all. When there is a great distance between reality and imagination, all I can do is recall. Recall grandma's nagging, grandpa's teaching, uncle's departure after I got on the bus, and the fragrance of prickly heat powder emitted by my brother. Then, in a dense posture, stand in the wind and wait for the baptism of tears. Finally, cut the memories into the most extravagant fireworks.

The first time I called home, I heard grandma's familiar voice, as if it were in my ear but out of reach. I cried sadly. On the other end of the phone, grandma's comforting voice echoed in my ear, and I was already in tears. Hang up the phone in a hurry Tears, like water in a flooded levee, can't stop.

Then, I remembered the people and things I didn't think I would miss when I left home. I remember that Gu Xiang said in "Western Heaven": "Those things that we thought would not be forgotten were forgotten by us in the process of our obsession." Yes, even things that we think will be forgotten will be deeply imprinted in our minds in the process of desperately forgetting. Really, no matter where you go, home will always be your miss.

Now, I like to stand at the highest place in our school and look east, all the way to the east. I want to see if the sunflowers in my hometown are in bloom. When I can't sleep, I go out and look at the dark outline of the campus, and occasionally the dim lights scattered in a room. At dawn, I will look up at the sky and wonder if those moving clouds will piece together a face in my memory. In an instant, I can lose all the languages. I am anxious and sad. In the field, there are birds flapping their wings and flying high into the sky.

In a foreign land, I quietly planted a seed named "home" in my heart, and watered a warm dream with my long thoughts-I will keep my thoughts in my heart and feel the call of home where cherry blossoms cry. ...

"Home" composition Grade 7 7

Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home, so I am no exception.

Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.

There are many reasons why I love my family. The main reason is the environment of my parents and family. The sentence "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years, where my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years are stored.

At home, my parents are like my good friends, talking and laughing every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.

I grew up in an environment that made me happy and sad. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk to do my homework every day, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired after working for a long time. When I have time, I browse books in the bookcase. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.

"Home" composition Grade 7 Grade 8

I recently read a book called "It's good to have a home". This is a book about "gratitude", which makes me know that there is love at home, warmth at home and happiness at home! The article that moved me most in the book is "237 Peace Stamps", which tells such a story:

A teenager went to the army, and when he was a recruit, he wrote to his parents to complain about the hardships of marching. When he got used to being a soldier, he gradually forgot to write to his parents. But his parents kept thinking about their son and kept writing to him. Once, when he went home to visit relatives, his sister handed him a little red book. He opened the envelope and found 237 bright red postmarks on it. These postmarks were cut and pasted by his mother from the envelope of his letter. Asked her mother, her mother replied, "postmark is a kind of peace." After three years of' Peace Chapter', our baby will come back. "

Children go to Wan Li Road, but mothers worry. After reading this story, I remembered my trip to the Expo with my father. At that time, because my father and I were naughty, we delayed our trip. We were supposed to get home at 1 1 in the evening, but we didn't get home until the next morning. I was about to knock at the door when it opened. In front of my father and I stood a haggard mother. Her eyes are black and she has no spirit at all. Afterwards, I learned that my mother stayed up all night worrying about the safety of me and my father, and kept sending messages to my father asking about me. But then I lay in my father's arms and slept soundly.

Yes, our parents love us far beyond our imagination, which makes us burst into tears and feel guilty. Think about my usual performance, playing erhu is like killing pigs, writing is like crawling crabs, pushing tableware and throwing dirty clothes into the basin after meals ... really wrong! Parents work hard, but we only know how to enjoy success. How can we repay our parents? Crows still know how to feed back, let alone us humans?

Dear students, parents' love is like a trickle, endless; Parents' love is like a towering mountain, deep and heavy. Let's feel this love together, cherish this love and return this love!

"Home" composition Grade 7 9

Several steel bars, piles of concrete, bricks and gravel built a small space. In this space, there are two people, one is called father and the other is called mother. They call this small space home! And I, somehow, came to this place full of warmth and happiness!

When I was a child, I sat in the mound with my friends, lived in the mud, built castles and played house, covered in mud, but nothing happened. At this time, the person named Mom will come panting: "Look at what you are wearing, go back and wash and change your clothes!" " "I looked down and followed her back to the place she called home. A gentle voice came into my ears: if you get dirty clothes in the future, go home and change! Hehe-it's good to have a home!

When I was at school, I couldn't escape a few fights at school. I was conceited and went home to complain to my father that someone was bullying me. At this time, my father will wipe my tears with distress: "Who bullied our baby?" Stop crying! Dad will avenge you! " "I smile happily, and my sense of security spreads. Hehe-it's good to have a home!

I don't know what to do when I grow up and my wings are hard. I am tired in the face of mom and dad's nagging. Listening to one reprimand after another, I shed tears sadly. How can we communicate if there is a generation gap? I ran out helplessly and let the rain hit my face. Mom and dad, I'm sorry, I'm so rebellious! The weather is fine, and I see a rainbow bridge in the distance. I know, at the other end of the bridge, in the house called home, there are two people waiting for me at the table, so I left in a hurry! Hehe-it's good to have a home!

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Decades later, I will go home again with full gratitude, sitting next to the stove with those two people named Mom and Dad, eating melon seeds and recalling the old things of my childhood! It's good to have a home!

It is the assembly place of happiness, the source of happiness, your safe haven and the sustenance of your soul. It is always waiting for you to go back! It's good to have a home!

"Home" Composition Grade 7 10

I have a happy family, parents who love me and a happy me.

Let me start with my father. My father is an upright and kind man, but he is a little playful. My father likes playing computer and fishing by the river. He is usually strict with me, even though he is a computer geek himself. My father is responsible for checking my math homework every day. Whenever I do all my math homework right, my father touches my head and says happily, "Yes, everything is right." Whenever there are mistakes in my homework, he doesn't bother and scold me like other fathers, but patiently explains them to me until I correct all the mistakes.

My mother is a kind and gentle person. Besides going to work, she usually focuses on my study and takes care of our family's diet and daily life. My mother is hardworking, enthusiastic and helpful. She is famous for teaching children well. My classmates all like my mother very much. When I saw her from a distance, I greeted my mother: "Hello, Aunt! Aunt good ... "

Finally, let me introduce myself. I have many hobbies: painting, singing, dancing and skateboarding are all experts! But what I like best is drawing cartoons. The cartoons I drew are vivid, interesting and can be welcomed by my classmates! My academic performance is not bad in my class. But I also have a bad habit, which is carelessness. Every time I make mistakes in the exam, I always lose points because I am not serious. However, I have made up my mind to get rid of this bad habit this semester.

This is a true portrayal of every family member in our family. My father, mother and I all have advantages and disadvantages. I hope everyone can get rid of their shortcomings and develop their advantages.

I love my family, my parents, their simplicity and commonness, their diligence and kindness.

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