Home, what a warm word. When I saw the topic I wrote, I kept flashing the idea of going home countless times, and the joy when I went home and the disappointment when I left home haunted me.

I am actually a homesick person. Every time I go back to school, I am always the latest one in our dormitory. At this time, my roommate will ask me why I came so late. I always find excuses to prevaricate. Over time, everyone got used to it and stopped asking. Going home is actually something worth looking forward to for me. Every time I go home, I can hear grandma's nagging, grandpa's questioning and parents' persuasion. Everything in my family has witnessed my beauty and pain. These beauties and pains are like the annual rings left by trees when they grow. They are bigger than each other. Leisure will cause ripples in my mind.

Every time I go home, my unhappiness at school will disappear. Going home can heal my wounds and soothe my inner pain. All this makes me deeply dependent on my family property. I can't even imagine what it would be like if I didn't go home for a month or a year.

Many people like traveling, because traveling makes people feel relaxed and happy, so every time I go home, it brings me a very relaxed and happy mood. I like this feeling very much and cherish it. In short, home remains the same, and the heart of going home will never change. ...

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Home, what a sweet word. Speaking of home, I can't help but feel a warm current in my heart. Every school holiday, a strong desire to go home will suddenly arise. ...

I like listening to Home played by saxophone quietly. That feeling is very comfortable. Since I entered high school, I have found myself homesick. I just went to high school, started to live on campus and went home once a week. I always feel that a week is longer than a century. In the first week of senior one, only one day passed, and I cried to go home. The class teacher wouldn't let me go back, so I had to endure it until the end. The first monthly exam is over, and it is already afternoon. Everyone else went back to school. I went home and came to school early on Monday. The second monthly exam, I learned that others don't go home, only to find that the feeling of not going home is so lonely, boring, empty and difficult. I really don't know how to get through the evening self-study and Monday morning class. Finally, after school, I hurried home. When I got home, I finally felt less anxious. At that moment my heart seemed to be completely released and comforted. Although I didn't stay for a long time, I was very practical and calm.

Every time I go home, no matter how sad, painful, unhappy and unhappy I am. As long as I get home, all my troubles will be in blowing in the wind. For me, it feels warm, comfortable and warm to go home. I like this feeling, so I'm going home!

Home, like a heater, like a safe haven, like a nursing home. Whenever I am lonely, frustrated and miserable, these diseases will heal themselves as long as I get home. My biggest wish is to go home every day!

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Home is a shelter from the wind, which allows me to find a spiritual home after I am frustrated; Home is the comfort of the soul, which allows me to find myself when I am upset; Home is an illuminating lamp, which helps me find the way forward when I lose my way.

As a senior three student, although I go home less often, I have no desire to stop going home. Because there are people I often care about at home, my soul at home and my source of happiness at home. At home, I can feel real happiness.

Home, a warm and free space. As long as I am at home: no sense of bondage, no worries, no excessive study pressure, it seems that I have entered a beautiful paradise, carefree and comfortable!

Whenever there is a school holiday, I feel unspeakable uncomfortable. This feeling makes me breathless, and I really want to skip class and go home. But I must control myself and try to attend class as usual without being distracted. As soon as the school bell rang, I immediately went straight to the carport with my schoolbag on my back, flew to the door like an arrow, and sat on a small stool in front of my desk at home eating "Mom" food. It's really "a taste in my heart". At this point, all the troubles in my heart have fled shyly, and the happy things are rightfully in front of me, swaying and lingering for a long time ... whenever this time, I feel the taste of happiness at home-sweet and delicious.

But sometimes, I'm afraid to go home, because I don't do well in every exam, and I always feel guilty about my parents and feel sorry for them. Thinking that I didn't do my "work" well, I have to go home every week to get my "salary", but every time I get home, my parents still "sound the same" to me. Here, I have nothing to say, I have nothing to say, I can only tell myself silently in my heart that I should study hard, work hard, be worthy of my "work" and my parents, Huang Tianhou.

Home, you gave me hope when I was in trouble; Home, when I was traumatized, you gave me comfort; Home, when I encountered setbacks, you gave me encouragement. But even so, I should go home less. Because I know that today's "going home less" or "not going home" is to go home better tomorrow-go home proudly!