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In Los Angeles, there is a drunk lying on the street. The police arrested him and found that he was a rich local man. When the police said they would help him go home, the rich man said, "Go home? I have no home. " The policeman pointed to the rich man's villa and said, "Isn't that your home?" "That's my house." The rich man said.

During the civil war in Rwanda, there was a man named Gerald. He used to have a big family of 40 people, but the war separated some of his relatives and killed some people. When he struggled to find his 5-year-old daughter, the first sentence was: "I have a home again."

The above two materials tell us "what is home". Please write an article on the topic of "home". You can tell a true story or write a story; You can also comment on your understanding of "home".

Requirements: Self-selected style (except poetry), self-made topic, no less than 800 words.

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Yancheng middle school Gao San Ba Ban Xie Beibei

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 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 regrets, even in 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."

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

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

When I got home, I saw money all over the floor, at least $654.38+$00,000. 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. At the same time, they no longer eat leftovers every day, but excellent meals, some of which even the rich can't afford. House, bought a big one; Car, bought an expensive one. Day by day, he became 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, his money ran out. 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 occupied his small house and car.

In winter, it is freezing and the wind is cold. He walked alone in the street and was scolded and laughed at by others. His eyes were moist, and then his heart woke up. He began to miss his wife and children, recalled that they and he pushed each other's leftover half bread in the difficult begging life, thought of his wife's exhortation and his son's cordial hug, and he cried, shouted and ran in the street. He cried and fell to his knees: "God, I just want my wife and children and nothing else. Please, God! " God said seriously, "Go, they are waiting for you!" " "

At the end of the street, there is a small house, and a mother and son are laughing. He ran like crazy. ...

[Article 2]

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

In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, missed his hometown-Du Ying most. Therefore, no matter how much suffering he has experienced, he can wear a high crown and a long sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home.

No wonder some people say, "When we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow leads the blue horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a ton of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to his happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy that "a spring river flows eastward", which is only the memory of a new chair in the hometown of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era may wander under the mountains and the ancient sunset avenue for future reasons, perhaps because of war, perhaps for other reasons, but when they see the lights of the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or the wisps of light smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye, how can they not remember this beauty? But I look to my hometown, the twilight is getting thicker and the river waves are filled with sad mist!

Even in peaceful and quiet 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 overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying 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 in it ourselves; Who walks with me in the distant clouds, close to the sun, can hide their ears from the secular noise and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children will think so, but good children will not. They want to live with their parents and put their old 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, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.

[Article 3]

Break what?

As soon as Ann approached 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 shouldn't be in the kitchen. Dad was still sitting in front of the computer in the study, and the smoke in the study made An Gang go in and out again.

"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 Ann very helpless. At this moment, her mother pushed the door and came in. When she saw Ann's smile, her face changed immediately. Ann hurried back to her room and closed the door.

Sure enough, as I expected, my mother began to yell at my father, for the burnt things in the pot, for the smell of smoke in the study, and for my father's attitude of sitting in front of the computer and refusing to leave. Mother is a very cultured woman, and her words are profound and sharp. Although she didn't mean An An, An An's heart hurt. She leaned against the door and thought, "These are my parents." Then tears began to fall.

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

This is why! Ann curled up behind the door and cried silently. She doesn't understand why a beautiful and warm home has become like this. Where is the father who is calm and humorous and supports this family like a mountain? Why his kind smile and gentle enthusiasm no longer belong to her and her mother, but disappeared in the smoke and fluorescence night after night. Where is the gentle and 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 is a strange sound outside the door, like a pushing sound. Ann doesn't know whether they will fight. Although she always believed that her father would not do anything to her mother, she always believed her mother's words: "Don't be afraid, Ann, you have a home." At this time, mom and dad quarreled for the first time. Ann was so scared that she hid in her mother's arms and began to cry, so they stopped arguing. Her mother smiled gently and said enthusiastically, "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."

Mother's cry is also very sharp, penetrating every wall, and the walls are very painful. Ann asked herself, do I still have a home?

Dad finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed out the door. Mother suddenly stopped crying and the room became very quiet.

Ann seems to hear something broken.

Ann is suddenly tired and wants to sleep. The happiest thing when I was a child was to get out of the crib on Sunday morning and sleep in the room between my parents. 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 can forget her father's coldness, hostility and all their quarrels in the past six months, and then wake up to see their smiles. Her mother said, "No, Ann, you have a home."

[Article 4]

go home

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

Going out, home is the yearning of "Wan Li in a butterfly dream". On the way home, home is the kind of urgency that can't wait to shrink a thousand miles; After a long separation, home is the kind of "relaxed and secure" comfort.

Wherever 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, full of mother's advice and father's concern, and I will never forget it.

Anxious to return, I believe everyone should have had this experience. In fact, this is not just an arrow to return home. I hope I can become a beam of light, and it will travel thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. The closer I get to home, the stronger this feeling will be until I step into the house.

The classic saxophone Home touched the hearts of many wanderers. I wrote it because the writer found that when he came home late at night, his mother was still sitting on the sofa waiting for him to come back, and his real feelings surged. When you listen to Home alone in the dead of night, you will strongly feel the warmth of home and the care of family members. Homesickness rises slowly from the bottom of my heart, as if there is an invisible force driving you home. This is its magic, and it is also the magic of home.

I seem to remember Li Houzhu's exclamation after the country's demise: "A thousand miles away, the extremes meet." I can only dream of strangers. How painful it is to be homeless or unable to return home!

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

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

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? When the melodious saxophone came back to me, I couldn't help asking myself, "When will I go home?"

[Article 5]

The feeling of home

Our nation is really a sentimental nation. What is home? Look at the word "home". There are tapirs under the house, that is, pigs. This is a happy scene. The family lived in a house in harmony, 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 solve all difficulties and worries, so why should they travel everywhere?

When you are away from home, almost all hotels have such a slogan: "Feel at home". You can't help thinking when you watch it. Really? Only those neatly stacked beds, cold bedding and some seemingly luxurious furniture can 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 together since childhood, but more importantly, we are afraid of the hidden sense of dependence and freedom in our hearts. When you study abroad and go home during the holidays, it is good to see your parents who have missed you for a long time, but the unrestrained conversation and stress-free atmosphere at the dinner table are 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 at ordinary times and will come to mind when you are in a strange place. 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 the mother's endless nagging, but sublimated into a memory, a smell, a layer of fog that covers your eyes when you are unhappy in a foreign land.

"Home" is not just a house, but a harbor. When I am helpless, what I think is no longer about the future and livelihood, but I want to lie in bed at home and cry.

But what if you say so much? Who can explain how this family feels? If a person drinks water, he knows a lot about water. The role of home in the heart is like a dress 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, nothing more. With such a family, what else can a husband ask for?

[Article 6]

home

Xu qiguo

Home is a sweet word for all of us. Now that you have a home, you have a corresponding wandering, but the end of wandering is to find your own spiritual paradise-home.

In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, missed his hometown-Du Ying most. So no matter how much suffering he has experienced, he can wear a high crown, a sword and sing his own nine songs. Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home. No wonder people say that people who meet by chance are all guests from other places. Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow leads the blue horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a ton of gold"; Xin Qiji "shines his sword in the middle of the night and transfers troops to the battlefield in autumn"; I just want to return to a happy home with honor; Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "a river flowing eastward", which is only the memory of an new chair in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... Scholars in feudal times often wander under the mountains and the ancient sunset road because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, but how can they not remember this beauty when they see the city lights and sporadic fishing lights on the river, or when they see the wisps of light smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye? -"but I look to my hometown, the twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the mist of sadness is filled on the river waves"!

Even in peaceful and quiet 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 overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying 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 in it ourselves; Who and I walk in the distance in the clouds and stay near the sun, so we can hide our ears from the secular noise and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children will think so, but good children will not. They want to live with their parents and put their old 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, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.

Comments: literary talent, literary thinking and culture. Flexible and natural, rich in cultural heritage.

Take me home to wander.

Class 6, Grade 3, Senior High School

"What is the biggest goal in life?" I'm afraid you have been asked this question hundreds of times. Of course, this is a major problem that you have to face before you are isolated from the world. My previous answer was: travel around the world. Because I really love this beautiful planet, the wonders, customs and lovely creatures I saw in books when I was young almost drove me crazy, so I will not hesitate to embark on this perhaps endless road to see them. Now, whenever I make a wish to God, I will carefully correct my ideal: Please let me.

I remember it was two years ago, when I was at the peak of my rebellious period, and I hardly cared about the people around me. Because I stubbornly believe that if I want to walk alone, I must learn to enjoy loneliness. In those melancholy days, I began to be a little cynical, and even hoped that I would be ignored. The shadow of self-mockery is also expanding. One day, I asked my mother in a playful tone, "If I am a killer, I can't go home again."

I thought my mother would stare at my absurdity, but I didn't expect her to say to me in a calm voice, "It doesn't matter, you know I was here anyway."

At that moment, the closed wall I worked hard to manage was completely shattered and turned into gentle water, which still moistens my heart. From that moment on, I understood that my relatives built their home in my heart. Even if I built my heart higher, I could not stop the warm current of home. The warm current wraps me and tells me gently, gently and quietly that being ignored is not enjoying loneliness. I think I'm missing something on my way alone.

So I often think about what I lack and what I need. Family? But if you take them on a trip, you will be too tired, and they also have their own lives to live. Maybe something used. No, there are always many bumps on the road, and I have no time to care about their quality.

I was alone at home in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I found what I always wanted. Before I went home that day, my busy father sent my favorite moon cake home, and then he seemed to go out again. I cut the delicate moon cakes and began to enjoy delicious food. But soon, I found that the moon cakes were too sweet. I only ate a third of the moon cakes at that time. Suddenly I realized that moon cakes are for the whole family, but what about me? There is nothing but myself. What I want is a home where I can share everything.

Finally, I confided my ideal to my mother: "I want to travel around the world." Mother smiled and pointed at my chest. Her gentle face sparkled with sympathy and silence. I know, that's why she decided to watch for me, watch for me in the distance, and watch for the home I took away.

I think, when I leave them and start walking independently, no matter which Mid-Autumn Festival, I will bring back a moon cake with one third left. This is not a ceremony, but a proof that I am wandering somewhere on this planet in the direction of my dream and taking my home with me.

Comments: The emotional experience is unique and the narrative angle is novel.

The flute of the night boat rustled.

Senior three (10) class Chen

Time passes very slowly. The little girl with messy hair and dirty clothes began to comb her hair meticulously. Looking at her clean fingers and white handkerchief, Xiaoxie still thinks that she is not from this city. When the long river of time washed all the scenery and took us to the next place, it happened that Xiao Xie was left in that small town.

Xiao Xie said that she stopped at that moment and never came out.

What I can't forget is that in the courtyard of my ancestral home, I climbed up the cool stone table and watched the twilight merge. The breeze flew lazily through my fingers, the flute sounded leisurely and fell asleep. Wu Peng's boat often stops in the river in front of his ancestral home and likes to play the flute on moonless and starless nights. The flute is quiet and desolate. If it rains, it will be even more affectionate. Xiao Xie relented. When she was about to fall asleep, her mother-in-law's warm big hand grabbed her and carried her to a big mahogany bed.

Xiao Xie always thought that this would be her life's home, so when her parents brought Xiao Xie to this city, Xiao Xie shook her head desperately, trying to wake herself up, but in this dream, she could never wake up and had to walk alone.

This blunt city can't find a winding alley paved with bluestone. There are dirty rivers, but no one has played the flute. The rain fell silently on the hard concrete floor. Xiao Xie is not a romantic. He thinks this quiet city is a boring place.

For years, Xiao Xie felt that he was the ferryman. He wandered from one ferry to another, watching the lights go out clearly in the rain, and he couldn't find his home. He can only drift from one bustling place to another. The ferryman should have a story, and in Xiao Xie's story, he is just another kind of homesickness.

Back in the city, Xiao Xie has grown up. Walking on the soft land, Xiao Xie's eyebrows are lonely, and red silk thread is tied to her wrist. Mother-in-law said it would exorcise evil spirits. The ancestral home was irretrievably destroyed. My mother-in-law said that it takes 30 years for the wind to erode the wooden window, 60 years for the red paint of the gate to peel off, and it takes 100 years for termites to finish eating the wooden beam. This family can stand for generations in the wind and rain. But my mother-in-law never thought that when the master left, the house was empty and the home was scattered. Home is not this ancestral home, but Xiao Xie's concern for her mother-in-law. Home is the smile when you fall asleep in the melodious flute at night. Home is the red silk thread that Xiao Xie can't untie on her wrist.

A few days after leaving home, Xiao Xie has been worried about his parents, whose temples at home have frosted. Although Xiao Xie doesn't like that city, he still clearly remembers the warm lights at home. He won't lose his home in a strange city, where his parents are waiting.

In fact, home is a convenient place with fetters.

Who is playing the pipa and singing home songs?

Gao San Ge Yu (10)

In the young and ancient years, the time when the petals of Impatiens wrapped around their fingertips was as warm as the sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon in winter. Dandelions can be seen everywhere in the season when grass grows and warblers fly, and they are blown away intentionally or unintentionally. When the sun goes down, flowers float to the horizon.

Whenever I recall my childhood, the first thing that comes to my mind is always the picture of dandelions flying in the fields. In the beautiful dusk, dandelions are as white as snowflakes, and tears don't want to linger in wet patches because they don't want to leave home.

A long time ago, I wandered away from home with dandelion. In the noisy and silent city, we couldn't trace its news. On the other day, when the wind blew that night, I asked where the dandelion had gone alone in the twilight sky. Have they ever been homesick, then quietly waiting for an answer that has never been answered, and homesick in loneliness?

I went home once a long time ago, but I didn't think that young wild horse was so ecstatic and irritable when he left the reins. The wandering or expectation of going home for the first time at night turned out to be a farewell to relatives. I followed the long white team to send her the last journey. For the first time, I felt the fragility and helplessness of life. At the moment of death sentence, human beings only had sadness. Finally, she fell asleep on the hillside, which was covered with dandelions and desolate. Every seed conveyed eternal sadness in the wind.

When I left, I stared greedily at every corner of the earth, ambitious to step over every blue brick on the stone road. Children who leave home don't know when to go home next time.

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

Some things can never be hated, and home is like home. Even if it is barren and old, it will not flow again. As long as you look at the gurgling stream, all the unhappiness will disappear immediately with the enchanting face and clear eyes full of vicissitudes in March.

The birth of life, the demise of death, from the known to the unknown, from the unknown to the known, history has never answered the mystery of love and the strangeness of the soul, and the universe is mysterious in layers in dreams and spaces. Home is a mystery that needs to be explained in a lifetime. 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 the road is the grave. I've been walking just to get home before I reach the grave.

Only by always maintaining the strength of home can we never lose the mood of flying in the storm of life and the chisel of life.