Thank you, my composition 1. If we say that everyone is like a boat drifting outside, we have experienced storms and gained experience. Then home is the harbor where you can stop when you are tired. Someone is listening, which is a warm and rare calm.
Everyone's home is full of mottled memories, old and new. Everything in the family contains its own story. So is my home.
My home is not big. I am familiar with every room and everything. I like my family. As long as I am with my family, my family will be warm and full of vitality. When I open the door, close my eyes and gently touch my home. ...
On the sofa, I saw the cat playing with me, leaving a strand of hair. , very light and soft, like a hand on the tip of the heart. Television, I see the expression on my face when I turn off the TV in a panic every time my mother comes back. On the dressing table, I saw my young friend and I stole my parents' cosmetics to make up the doll. The wallpaper on the wall was painted by my mother and me with glue, so rotten that I was as naughty as a cat, constantly stealing my mother's glue and then running away with a smile. Hot kettle, thinking of cats warming in winter. ...
School is like my home, and teachers and classmates are like my family. When I walked into the campus, I thought I would stay at home all day, listening to students' books and teachers' teaching. This is the memory of staying at school, and this is also the memory of staying at home.
Home is where you have friends and family. Where there are memories and childhood is home, and home is used for living and remembering. The smell of home fills everyone's heart, and the smell of home is printed in everyone's mind.
Thank you, my home. Home is like a negative, which keeps our memories.
Thank you for giving me a home. People say that home is a warm harbor and a source of happiness. The so-called home refers not only to the house, but also to a beautiful place full of warmth and affection.
Once when I came home from school, I immediately put down my schoolbag and came to the TV. Just when I was going to get the remote control, my biggest worry came-my brother snatched the remote control at a fast speed. Then a fierce battle began. I won't stop until I catch the remote control. He always runs in front and I chase after him. Maybe it was because my brother and I were too noisy that I woke up my sleeping father. When my father walked out of the room and saw a chaotic scene in front of him, he immediately gathered and organized the fierce battle. My brother had to obediently give the remote control to my father. We are both very unconvinced. Dad looked us in the eye and said to us. I have a fair way-I hide the remote control in one place, and whoever finds it first will have it. We both kept nodding, and then the game began. My brother and I searched every corner immediately. Ah, ah, found it. With the sound, my brother held the remote control high and smiled at me. I turned my head like Sue. But what I didn't expect was that a kind person handed me the remote control. I immediately finished the remote control and ran to the TV. Just as I was about to sit comfortably, the door suddenly rang. It's still early. My mother is back. Seeing the mess in the room, the three of us were inevitably reprimanded. After cleaning up, I feel very tired but also very happy.
Thank you for giving me a home. You gave me happiness and laughter.
Thank you for giving me a home. Some people say that home is a boat that carries you bravely forward. Some people say that home is the cradle, and warmth will always surround you; Others say that home is a harbor where you can unload a tired day. However, I think my home is a kingdom that is always in spring, and it is full of warmth.
Home brings me warmth. Once, I failed the Chinese exam. The Chinese unit test paper is quietly placed on my desk, and the bright red 90 points on the test paper are engraved on my heart like a knife. The deskmate leaned over and looked at it, with an incredible expression on her face, as if to say, "How did you fail the exam this time?" I was flushed with shame and wanted to leave the stool and go underground. When I got home, my parents not only didn't criticize me, but also encouraged me to say, "It doesn't matter, as the saying goes, you learn from your mistakes. Next time, you must be fully prepared before the exam and take the exam seriously. " Dad's encouragement soothed my broken heart and inspired me to study harder. After that, my parents also used the rest time to analyze the difficulties and key points with me, find out the weak links and urge me to make continuous progress.
Home brings me happiness. Since my mother gave birth to my sister, the family has been full of laughter. Every time I come back from outside, my sister will rush out to meet me like a gust of wind. Every time I dance, she watches intently. She is also a veritable follower. I have to follow everywhere, even when I go to the bathroom. As long as I see my sister, I will put my troubles behind me.
Home, can stand the time, I am like a boat, moored in this warm harbor!
Thank you for my family. Perhaps * * * has experienced twists and turns and witnessed grievances and tears. Now I really thank this big family and our dearest mother, including 6 1 brothers and sisters.
On April 13, Jia Min said that she would celebrate this day as her second birthday. Yes, we will never forget that we witnessed our unity with tears.
Teacher, don't feel guilty and don't blame yourself. Tearing up posters just wants to wake us up from our dreams. Efforts are not spoken, but proved by facts. We are still willful and reflect when we are not sensible. All the pressure is on the teacher, all the difficulties are that the teacher is trying to find a way, and we hurt the teacher's heart. Dear mom, I'm sorry.
Although our academic performance is not the first, although we are not an advanced class, I am honored to sit here, not in the cold classroom, but in a harmonious and warm family. I know that the hearts of 63 of us are closely linked. Although my mother sometimes gets angry and sometimes criticizes us, I know that my mother loves us and this family. Up to now, I still clearly remember that morning, she feebly apologized to us. Almost everyone's eyes are wet. I saw her in tears, but her eyes were blocked by glasses. I can't see her eyes clearly. I know she is wronged, helpless and sad. I wanted to rush up and hug her, but I didn't.
Even if it's a little disgusting, I still want to say, I want to say to everyone in senior two and senior three, dear, thank you. We have 63 people's love, 63 United hearts and 63 pairs of shining eyes, which form a family called "Class 3, Grade 2". Thank you for loving this family with me, contributing to this family with me and standing with me. We are a family. We love it here, and we will try our best to maintain this family.
Thanks to my home, it makes me no longer feel that the school is an empty place, it makes me feel very moved, it makes me feel the warmth of the class, it gives me the motivation and confidence to keep going, continue to contribute to this home, and continue to pay tribute to my hardworking mother, dear second and third, thank you!
Thank you for giving me a home. The blue sky is the home of white clouds, the forest is the home of birds and the river is the home of fish. Then where is my home? Let me tell you in detail.
My first home is my mother's belly. It's dark, but warm and soft. My mother is really not easy. Be pregnant in October until you come to earth. Only mother knows this process. I want to thank my first home.
My second home is Zhang Pu Shunjiang Bishui Garden. In this family, I know many family members, such as mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and so on. This tutor taught me many skills, such as learning to speak, walk and climb mountains, and then painting and writing. I thank it, it gives me wisdom and strength.
The third home is my present home. This is the first time in my life. It has two floors, three big rooms and a small room. Carefree is bright, and there is a small world for me to move around, which surprises me. Our home is full of warm sunshine. Eight months ago, my mother gave birth to a baby, which is my brother-Binbin. My brother has brought us a lot of joy! Every day when I come home from school, he always dances and greets me with a big smile. I want to thank my family, who gave me warmth and friendship.
Do you have a warm home like mine?
Thank you for giving me a home. My home is an antique three-story yard. Living in a downtown area is like a piece of blue-and-white porcelain with historical relics, lost in the noisy street with the lines of time, indifferent and quiet, but yet unassuming.
Walking into the Dahongmen with wooden roots, between the two bronze lions embedded in the door, there is a bronze medal that belongs to our family honor-"advanced family model". Time seems to precipitate here, and the original white light on the bronze medal has long been smoothed and softened by time. Although it lost its brand-new spirit, it also prohibited the waste of time and enriched its connotation. The appearance of this bronze medal seems to make the already warm Dahongmen in the small courtyard even more brilliant!
Entering the hall, the four characters of "Cliff Lan Xiang" hung high on the wall, and the military medal of honor on the cabinet next to it seemed out of place. My father was born in the army. From the mottled images in the old photos, I can vaguely see that my father was dashing and heroic-green military uniform, with a cap with a straight top on his side, holding his head high, showing the heroic spirit of China men!
Since his father retired from the army, he has become more refined as soon as he walked out of the barracks. Every day when I come back from school, my father must be sitting at my desk waiting for me. He taught me to read and write at my desk, read books and newspapers, and occasionally listen to small songs to tell interesting stories. In the small courtyard, my father and I often laugh happily and change with each passing day.
The dining table is also where my father teaches. It would be very comfortable if only I had dinner with my parents and brother. On the contrary, if there are more elders at the dinner table, I will be very hurt. I thought my elders would care about me as much as they love my brother, but I never thought my father would be more serious about these things-I can't move chopsticks, I can't knock bowls when I eat, I can't put dishes in front of me and in my elders' hands. This is a no-no! My father seems to really care about these things, so that when I was a child, I was criticized for being greedy and even blamed my father in my heart.
Today, whenever I am invited to dinner, I understand my father's good intentions. Table manners are a necessary accomplishment for each of us, and respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. As a woman, my father did not adopt a militarized education method, but paid more attention to etiquette culture. He taught me how to be polite and treat others with courtesy in a seemingly stern but warm way, which formed the etiquette style of China family, which not only made me a successful woman, but also inherited the spirit of "comity", which has benefited me a lot now.
Thanks, my father! Thank you, the small courtyard with blue tiles, white walls and green neon deep alleys in memory! Thank you, my home!
Thank you for making up my family. Our family is like an apple tree. Dad is the trunk, mom is the root, and my sister and I are the red apples on the tree.
"Trunk" Dad
Dad is the pillar of the family. Although he is not as tall and burly as a tree trunk at all, he has a strong will like a tree trunk and can stand up regardless of wind and rain. Growing up, I never saw my father cry, but when my grandmother died, I saw him secretly wiping his eyes with his hand and asked him what was wrong. He said with a smile, my eyes are in the sand. Dad is very strict with me. Maybe he wants me to get rid of the fate of my ancestors' farmers. Growing up, he never indulged his children like other parents. As long as it is an academic requirement, he tries his best to meet it. In addition, he gave me ideological education, and my grades have been good. He said that only when I came first in the exam could his waist stand straight. I think he was tall, too.
"Roots" Mom
Mother is like the root of an apple tree, offering silently and providing us with nutrition. I always think that my mother is the most leisure person in my family, and she doesn't have to do her homework like me, and she doesn't have to work in the fields every day like my father. I only need to wash clothes three times a day. Until one day, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my mother still flying under the lamp, looking at the sweat on her head, I didn't know that my mother was like a tree root. Although she is unknown, she cares about us invisibly.
Small apple
My sister and I are like two small apples on an apple tree. Don't love us too much. My sister is a natural linguist, and her creativity is no less than that of Cang Xie and others. My sister often creates some "special nouns", which makes people laugh. Once, when I was writing my homework, my sister came to me and said, "Brother, my back hurts." . I didn't understand, so I asked her, "Where is' back'?" ? It's behind your arm! "Where is the' arm'?" Just under the' shoulder' (shoulder). Why are you so stupid? I'm getting confused. I don't think Cang Xie could understand it at that time!
This is my home, and our home is like an apple tree, living happily and harmoniously in nature!
Thank you for giving me a home. My home is just an ordinary home in the eyes of others, but it is a shocking home in my eyes.
Classification of four major teams: Dad: Party Committee; CPPCC. Mom: CPPCC；; Supervisor. Me: NPC；; Part-time party Committee
My father has a chubby face, and two small eyes are bright on his chubby face. A small mouth "lives" in a quarter of the average up and down on dad's face. Dad's nose is a big nose and a small nose. Mom, it's a good word to describe it. I don't have to say it. Everybody knows that.
My father loves to brag, my mother is kind, and I am good at work.
Once, on my way home, I did a standing long jump with my feet. I asked my father, "Dad, how far can you jump in the standing long jump?" "Cut-at least twice as much as you." "You jump." Dad put the phone down, and if he stumbled with a bang, dad saw that he didn't surpass me, so he took two steps on purpose. "Dad, why did you take two more steps?" "I-my stomach is too impulsive." After walking under the doorway, my father and I jumped again. This time, my father and I are much worse. Do you know what dad's reason is? "The shoes I wear are leather shoes." As soon as he said this, I immediately refuted him. "I am still wearing sandals." Haha, that's my dad.
I didn't do well in this exam. I have predicted in my mind that my parents will beat me when I go home. But when I got home, my mother just reasoned with me and told me to study hard, instead of hitting me as I expected. My mother is such a kind person.
My shop bought wine. When the wine arrived at the store, I was busy helping my mother unload the wine. My mother told me to come back many times and wouldn't let me move, but I took the trouble to keep moving. I am such a hardworking person.
My home is such a happy and interesting home.
Thank you for my family. There are three people in my family: father, mother and me. Although it is small, it is warm.
First, strict father.
My father is a chicken. He wears glasses, his face is rectangular, his nose is straight, his mouth is always pouting, and he is very strict. For example, once, I made a mistake, which made my parents very angry. My dad was a hothead and immediately shouted, "Take off your pants and let me beat you …" I suddenly burst into tears. This is a strict father. My father has both black and red, black stands for strictness, and red stands for loving his job.
Second, a kind mother.
My mother is kind. She is a dog. Big eyes, straighter nose than dad, oval face. Mom is very kind. For example, I was dumped by my teacher for several days and stayed for forty minutes, fifty minutes and sixty minutes ... before I left school with my schoolbag on my back. Walking out of the gate, my mother greeted me and asked with concern, is it cold? I am very touched. My mother is yellow. She loves me very much and never asks for anything in return.
Third, naughty me.
I am a naughty boy, and I belong to the tiger. My facial features look like my father, only my face looks like my mother. I am very naughty. I once bought a lot of cannons at my aunt's house, so I wanted to scare others into playing a practical joke: when no one was around, I secretly drove a dozen on the path, and someone came, so someone must be scared ... Hehe, I hid when someone came. Haha, that happy ... I'm red and blue. Red means I am full of vitality and health, while blue means I will always be as vast as the sky. ...
Usually, I do my homework in the room, my mother cooks and my father repairs things. When eating, my mother and I ate half of it, and my father was still squatting there to fix the copier and printer ... My mother always shouted: Husband, come and eat. "Put some food in dad's bowl. The bowl was full when dad came to eat. After dinner, dad went to work again ... this is our family.
Ah, my home is really warm. I love my home.
Thank you for my composition article 10. The sunset in late autumn is softly sprinkled on the earth, and the floating clouds in the sky are sparkling and changing the color of red ink. Layers of clouds, red with yellow, through the misty clouds, like a baby graffiti oil painting, full of vitality everywhere.
It gets dark bit by bit, losing colorful red clouds, and the cold wind wanders in the air. At dusk, there is a thin shadow looking alone under the street lamp. After Ding's school, the students rushed out of the campus and rushed to their homes. The figure was noisy, but I caught a glimpse of my mother's bleak back.
As soon as I left the school gate, my mother trotted towards me, reached for my heavy schoolbag, shouldered it on her shoulders, and told me the reason why she came to take me hiking alone tonight: "Your father was on a business trip tonight, and his electric car forgot to charge last night, so I came to take you." I nodded, casually reaching out like a child and gently holding my mother's wrinkled hand. My mother suddenly didn't react and asked me to hold her hand. Under the dim light of the street lamp, I clearly saw the jumping tears in my mother's eyes.
At that moment, my thoughts jumped far and far. I still remember the last time I held my mother's hand was in the fourth grade. At that time, my mother was youthful and a little stubborn in her bones. I was never allowed to go beyond her heart, nor was I allowed to talk back and refuse to accept it. I remember that there was a difficult math test in the fourth grade, and I got 96 points, ranking second in my class. At that time, my mother criticized me for not doing well in the exam and not being the first. I was a little unconvinced and nodded disdainfully: "Your requirements are too high. Who can get the first place every time? " At that time, my mother's face changed and she kicked me out of the house like a chicken, leaving me to reflect outside. The door slammed, and I kept crying at the door, even crying to call my father at work. Hearing my words, my mother slammed the door open, handed me her mobile phone and said, "Here's your mobile phone. Call your dad and see how your dad can save you. " Later, forced by my mother's majesty, I had to apologize and admit my mistake.
In order to ease the deadlock between me and my mother, my mother took me to the supermarket to play. Along the way, my mother took my hand and burst into tears. She sobbed and asked me, "Is it because I was too strict with you that you didn't want to tell me what happened in your class?" When I was chatting with your classmate's parents today, she said a lot of things I didn't know. "At that time, with a depressed mood, I agreed gloomily, and I will tell her something later. Although it was the first time my mother cried in front of me, I never answered my mother's questions.
Now, I finally understand-Fiona Fang can't live without rules. In fact, my mother is not strict with my land management. That kind of strictness is what she expects of me. If I were not as strict as my mother, where would I be today?
Mom, in my heart, you are my home, and you are my warm home. Thanks, mom. Thank you, my home!
In the dark, I took my mother's hand, took the bag back from her shoulder and walked home with her. In the sky, there are stars twinkling. ...