I have a home, a home full of love. We all talk with true feelings, and our hearts will not be too far away. Home is our eternal haven, an umbrella in the storm, a harbor where streams flow, and home is …

As the saying goes, "rely on parents at home and friends when going out." I have been a temporary teacher for almost four years, and the dormitory is our lovely and beautiful home. As soon as I entered the dormitory, I was greeted by a smell of home. My roommate is my beloved relative. In the dormitory, eight of us breathe together and share the same fate. Although we haven't experienced great storms, we have learned to care and cherish in dribs and drabs. It happened on a Friday afternoon. The second sister in our dormitory lost her money in the cook's wallet. At that time, she was very anxious and said, "The money is gone!" We didn't think it was really lost, so we advised her, "Don't worry, look for it and think about whether it was misplaced?" But I didn't find it. Of course, we lost it. We told the class teacher when we were studying in class last night. The head teacher was very angry. She was angry that there could be such a person. Hey! The head teacher put the suspect on the six of us. Because one of our elder sisters went home before she lost her money, it has nothing to do with her. The money is not small for students, so we told the school leaders. After various methods failed to find out, we insisted on reporting the case. Because if we don't report the case, we will be wronged and live in the suspicion of school leaders, teachers and classmates. Six of us were taken to the criminal police team and committed crimes according to the procedure of "no doubt". When we came back, we all cried, angry, helpless and wronged. Maybe something is lost in the dormitory. You must check it with the people in the dormitory first. But this time-there are so many people in the dormitory and the people in the restaurant are here. We didn't come back that day, but the key was on the window by the door. Nobody else's cooks have wallets, only my second sister has them. I know this is all our negligence. We never lock the chef. We have always wondered why there are such heartless people. How much damage will the reputation of our dormitory be caused by stealing money from our dormitory? Will there be obstacles in our relationship? We all hate that man! It's been three weeks now, and I don't know why there is still no result. Is the clue unclear? Are there too many people involved? Still ... but what makes me happy is that none of the eight people in our dormitory doubts anyone in the dormitory, but they will be more United, more careful and more concerned about each other in the future. Our sisterhood is deep, true and pure, without any impurities. I believe in our friendship-rain or shine! Now everyone in our dormitory has a common desire: to find the thief and wash away our insults and grievances. We have been looking forward to the day when the results appear, and we will hug each other tightly! We always believe that the world has feelings. He will never let a bad man go, and he will never wronged a good man. Our sisterhood has deepened with the passage of time!

In the dormitory, roommates are like sisters. They can talk about everything, speak freely, laugh freely, and don't have to be afraid to sing because they can't sing. Because of sisterly roommates, there is no doubt and warm dormitory.

Our dormitory is like a flower, and no dear roommate ever misses home in the dormitory. We eight sisters, hand in hand, face the challenges of life heart to heart, share the happiness of life and enjoy the beautiful youth. I love you! Beautiful and warm dormitory 302.