Excellent composition 1 I always keep silent with my father because of some small things when I go home.
I didn't call home this week. I thought: am I getting farther and farther away from home?
On Friday, my father appeared at the door of the classroom as usual, and so did my mother. Shouldn't she go to the dormitory?
I put on my schoolbag and didn't even say hello to my parents, so I walked to the school gate without looking back ... "Where is the car?" I look back. "Walk home." Father said with a smile. "Well, I still carry a bag in front of them.
Walking on my way home, I was a little at a loss. I missed too many scenery before! Look at that peach tree, how lush it is; Look at the sunset, how dazzling; Look at the sky, how far-reaching! Waves of breeze mixed with the fragrance of the wilderness brushed my face. But I used to sit in a car, and the car almost dropped to freezing point. Only the best-selling mobile phones have such a temperature.
Suddenly I feel eager to wait for my parents, who are old. Tang Wang took their hands full of vicissitudes, and they were somewhat lonely. I turned around and found that my father had been left far away by me. The thin figure of him and his mother seems a little bleak on this extremely wide road. They can't live without me! My tears are a little uncontrollable. Floating in the wind for a while, I gave up walking in the direction of my home and turned around and went home.
Parents are a little surprised. I rushed over and held out my hand. Parents also extended their hands. I held their hands tightly, as if to link the blood of two generations. My father touched the back of my head and said, "Son, you have finally come home!" " "
Our family chatted hand in hand and walked step by step to "home", although there is still a long way to go.
I don't think so. I feel that my heart has gone home. As long as home is still there, home is everywhere, and it is the destination of our hearts.
The final destination of a ship's voyage is the harbor, which is a distant bird, and the eternal concern is the forest; Travellers, whether they go home in a hurry or leave home, have a thousand words in their hearts, and the place they always think about is home.
The meaning of home is very specific, specifically to a chair, a puppy, a piece of grass, a stone; The meaning of home is so vague, it is just a concept, a direction, a feeling and a symbol.
I am homesick, so I can go home. However, sometimes, when you go back to the place that you miss day and night, you will feel that it lacks its original luster. My hometown has long been a different place. "When children meet and don't know each other, they ask where the tourists are from." Things are different, and it is hard to find them when you are young, so people who return to China are very disappointed. However, from the day I left home, I began to miss home again.
Looking forward to, going home, disappointed. Disappointed, expecting, going home. Repeatedly, the wanderers suddenly felt confused in the endless rush and asked, "Where is the beauty of the countryside?" This is a very simple but difficult problem to explain. In the long river of years, Li Bai asked, Du Fu asked, and even in a longer period of time, countless people or literati asked. This question has become history and no one has answered it. They can only explain it by running around and struggling to find it, which is a little comfort to themselves or the same wanderer.
I have cried, laughed, loved, hated, struggled and pursued. What else can I ask for? Tired and carefree, you might as well rest in peace under the loess at your feet. The pillow is covered with loess and covered with stars. It's really "the sky is the cover, and the land is the land." I fell asleep with a smile. Generations of vicissitudes swept through the fingers and met on the road of the dead, telling their own life experiences. Think carefully, savor carefully, and have your own feelings. No one has died since ancient times, so take good care of it.
Home, always in front of the road, leads your endless footsteps, nurtures generations of elites and moves forward all the way. When you are not running around, you will find that when you fall in the loess underground, you will rush to Huang Quan Road without any regrets.
We have been looking for the road to happiness all our lives.
Our little happiness.
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Home is a warm harbor built by our parents and a place where our hearts can rest. No matter when and where, the door of home is always open for us and always warms us.
Sometimes, we feel that our parents can't understand us, so we have a quarrel. We always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. It is that we forget the little love in our hearts, which was built with the tears and sweat of our parents! We always remember our parents' anger, but forget our happiness and the happy road we walked together.
Perhaps, we used to take our parents' love for granted. I once read an article on the post bar: 1 year old, 2 years old ... 30 years old, parents pay for us with their little love, and we give them back. Cold eyes? Swearing? We don't know how heartbreaking this is for our parents. You know, how happy they are that they have done so much for us. I just hope we can grow up soon.
Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What has been lost is left as a memory.
The blue castle once smiled, prayed and made naive wishes. Maybe our love is not lonely, but the meteor will die one day. Cherish the little love we have now.
Every day when I get home, the lights at the door are quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from our parents, waiting for us to carefully collect and light up our way home.
One morning, after getting up, the little white rabbit opened the curtains and saw the sunshine outside. It thinks: The weather is so good today, I should pick mushrooms and go home to stew mushroom soup. So it set off with a basket.
The little white rabbit is bouncing around Nakakoji with a basket. Suddenly, it saw a big mushroom, so it quickly picked it. Walking, I saw another one ... After a while, it picked many mushrooms.
It is getting late. Time to go home. The little white rabbit came back happily with a basket. But it began to rain while walking. The little white rabbit said anxiously, "I didn't bring an umbrella today. What should I do? " I can't help crying. While he was walking by the river, a little frog came out and asked, "Who is crying?" Oh! It turned out to be a white rabbit. "The little white rabbit looked back and turned out to be a little frog. The little frog asked strangely, "What's the matter with you? The little white rabbit said, "It's raining, so I can't go home." ""I thought it was something! No, I have an idea. With that, the little frog got into the pond and soon came out again, holding a huge lotus leaf in his hand and saying, "You can use this as an umbrella to go home. "The little white rabbit happily took the umbrella given by the little frog and said," This is a great way! You are so clever. " So the little white rabbit went home with mushrooms and umbrellas.
The rain stopped and the mushroom soup of the little white rabbit was cooked. The little white rabbit thought, I want to let the little frog drink soup. So the white rabbit ran to the little frog's house and shouted, "Little frog, come out." The little frog came out and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you, little white rabbit?" The little white rabbit said, "Please come to my house to have soup!" " "The white rabbit called hedgehogs, squirrels, bears, calves, kittens and all the small animals that helped him to come to his house and drink his delicious mushroom soup.
After a week of intense study, the two-day holiday began. Although there is a lot of homework waiting for me, the warmth of coming home will relax my mind and make me feel better.
I feel very comfortable at home. From the first ray of sunshine to the silence of the night, everything seems to have put aside the shackles of time, coming quietly and disappearing quietly. After entering the fifth grade, the carefree innocence that I once had was abandoned by time, and I spent every day in the teacher's profound words and changeable knowledge, and spent every day in a lot of homework. I feel nervous every day; My mind is tense every day. Now I leave them behind and enjoy the sunshine, blue sky and flawless clouds on the balcony at home. The breeze caressed my face, like a friend greeting me … Go back to my room, open the photo album and look at me and every beautiful moment; Listen to soothing music and be surrounded by musical elves. I am like a fish swimming in a mirror-like lake, carefree and free. ...
Although I have a lot of homework these two days, I can put aside the constraints of time and arrange my own day. I am very happy at home and put all my fantasies in my sleep to perform; Put all the homework in a relaxed state of mind to think; Put all your troubles in the beautiful world of nature.
How sunny the sun is today. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, like a huge bond, connected to the horizon. The trees downstairs, birds singing, tactfully moving. All this fascinates me and melts my mind into this charming painting. ...
It's raining, and I'm sitting on the balcony leisurely, watching the crystal raindrops fall from the sky, silently falling on the ground downstairs, and the calm ground has opened countless splashes. Looking at it, I suddenly thought of touching the raindrops. So I stretched out my hands and suddenly felt cold. ...
I am immersed in this beautiful poem and painting, and I am crazy. Suddenly, I clicked it. It turned out that my mother pressed the photo button on my mobile phone. This beautiful scene will become a permanent memory!
It feels good to be home!
The cold wind blows into the bones and into people's hearts, and there is nothing but cold.
After school, he looked up and looked in the direction of his home. The sun is setting and darkness is about to cover the earth. It is 60 miles from the county seat to home, and he only walked with his father once. Even though the mountains are high and the water is long, even though the road is long, he resolutely embarked on a long way home.
Take a rugged road, never change your mind, never look back, and stride forward. There are fewer pedestrians on the road; The smoke in the sky has faded. Walking through the village, the lights in the village turned on and off. There is no guardrail on the roadside, only one person along the road.
The moon has risen to the top of people's heads, shining brightly and illuminating people's hearts. There is no one on the road, only he is running wildly. The wind is very strong, he is short of breath and his legs are numb. The only constant is his longing for a warm heart.
The path gradually came to an end, and there was only an endless valley ahead. This valley is probably the scariest and weirdest place in my hometown, right? It is said that this used to be a cemetery. Few people can be seen during the day, let alone at night. He walked to the edge of the valley, took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and suddenly rushed down the valley with his feet. The wind sounded in his ears, and there was a bright and warm lamp at home in front of his eyes, as well as his mother sewing under the lamp ... Dark clouds covered the moon and it was dark all around. The cold wind of the twelfth month roared in his ear, like the devil in hell, as if to swallow him up. He can't compete with the devil, he can only run, run in the dark, run like a moth eager for light. Finally, the dark clouds cleared away, and finally, he ran out of the valley. Suddenly, his legs went soft, and he didn't have any strength to fall to the ground. The light at home seems to be shining on him all the time, so warm and peaceful.
Warmth gave him strength, and he stood up with difficulty, continued to go home, and moved towards light and warmth.
Early in the morning, my mother woke me up, packed my things and went back to my grandmother's house for the New Year. I think of the delicious braised pork cooked by my grandmother and the little squirrels jumping among the pine trees in my hometown. I can't wait to start.
The car is driving on National Highway 320. I excitedly pointed out the window and said to my mother, "Mom, look, look, the houses on the roadside have become different, and there are many parks!" " "Yes, the two sides of National Highway 320 have changed a lot in the past six months!" Mom is not without feelings. Once on both sides of the national highway, the entrance to the farmhouse was in chaos, and sand piles and woodpiles could be seen everywhere. Now it is not only unified and tidy, but also plants are planted at the gates of many courtyards, which look clean and beautiful from a distance; There used to be a hillside here and a farmhouse toilet there. Now many hillsides have been dug, and there is no farmhouse toilet in sight. Except for buildings, there are mostly large green lawns on the roadside, and all kinds of flowers are planted on the lawn. More obviously, there are many white walls and black tiles and antique pavilions along the way, which make people drive on the road and feel the unique charm of Jiangnan.
After a while, the car turned into a country road. I opened the skylight and stood up. The cool breeze in the country blows me, and the red lanterns on the street lamps on both sides welcome me. I looked up and saw a flat cement road winding forward and reaching deep into the mountains.
At home, grandma is preparing a big meal in the kitchen, and my father and I are busy putting up Spring Festival couplets and hanging lanterns. The word Dafu is hung, the red lantern is hung, the smell of chickens and ducks floats out, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger.
As night falls, we sit around and raise our glasses, wishing everyone a reunion and a happy family, and wishing everyone a better next year!
Just a short distance away, a hand suddenly patted me on the back, which made me a little at a loss. Or because the plot in that movie in the afternoon was similar to the present scene, I thought I really met a "ghost" and ran forward desperately without looking back.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind me, and I turned my head curiously-it turned out to be my good friend, Xiao Ming! I breathed a sigh of relief and asked him why he came to me. He said that he would go to XX Park with me.
Not only do I have some hesitation: when I think of today's horror movies, I am very scared. If I go, it will be dark when I come back. Walking home will be very scary and even afraid to go home. If I don't go, I may lose a good friend like Xiaoming. On the one hand, I want to challenge my courage, on the other hand, I want to challenge my friendship ... Finally, after careful consideration, I think friendship is more important, and tomorrow is Saturday, so my mother won't care too much if I go back late, so she followed Xiaoming to XX Park.
In the park, Xiaoming and I had a fierce snowball fight. I won't let you, you won't let me, and it's hard to win or lose in the end. Later, we held a skiing competition. As a result, Xiao Ming accidentally fell down by half and chewed a mouthful of snow, which made me laugh my head off. We buy water when we are thirsty and snacks when we are hungry. ...
When we were having fun, I suddenly found that it was already so dark! I said goodbye to Xiao Ming in a hurry, and then ran home quickly. I don't care if I'm scared on the road, but I just want to go home as soon as possible ... After about twenty minutes, I finally got home, and I just met my mother who was going out to look for me, and I was "miserable" ...
The last day of going home became my most unforgettable day, but I gained a lot on this day, because my courage overcame my timidity and I benefited a lot. ...
Today, as always, grandma often comes to pick me up from school, but the difference is that this happened on the way.
When grandma took me to the intersection of Xie Ying Road and Fuyuan Road by bike, the signal light from west to east turned red, so we stopped. At this time, I saw an aunt riding an electric car behind us, ignoring the red light and speeding forward. At this time, the car opposite has already started driving. The aunt who ran the red light collided with a normal bicycle in the middle of the road. A harsh brake sound only saw that the aunt was knocked out a few meters away, people fell violently on the road, and the electric car was driven away.
At this time, an uncle got off the bus and rushed to the aunt who was knocked to the ground. I saw that the aunt was unconscious, with a lot of blood on her head and bruises on her face. Uncle driver took out his mobile phone and dialed 1 10 and 120 in a hurry. There are more and more people watching. Everyone is talking about a car accident, accusing the aunt who ran a red light on an electric car. Grandma took my hand and said, "Qian Qian, did you see it? Don't worry about crossing the street in the future. Be sure to look at the traffic lights before you leave. Look how dangerous it is! "
After listening to grandma's words, watching this tragic scene, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. I think that if this aunt could obey the traffic rules and not run the red light, such a tragedy would not happen. Take this opportunity to appeal to everyone to obey the traffic rules at all times and under all circumstances, and don't make fun of your own life and other people's lives. Life is so precious.
I saw a foreign pet crossing the street and waiting for the red light on the news before. It also sat down and waited for the red light. The news shocked me and left a deep impression on me. Why can't we do it? I hope today's tragedy can wake up all people and those lucky people.
What happened on the road today made me think so much, but also made me reflect on myself and give myself a profound traffic safety lesson. I hope this kind of thing will not happen again. Life is precious, safety comes first!
In the past, everyone trusted each other and helped each other. Now, because there are more and more scammers, scammers are becoming more and more rampant, which leads to mutual alienation.
One day it was cloudy and it was dark after school. After my father sent me halfway, a phone call suddenly came. My dad seemed to be in a hurry, so he let me off and gave me the key to go home first. So I walked in the direction of home. But when I was halfway through, I suddenly found a strong man with a beard and a black suit following me. He left when I left, and he stopped when I stopped. I started sweating behind my back and getting scared. I started to run, looked back at the strange man and found that he followed me. After a while, I went home downstairs and found that the man was still chasing me. I climbed the stairs and came to my door, which was a sigh of relief. I felt in my pocket and found that the key was missing. Could it have fallen on the road? So what can I do? Should I go back and look for it? In that case, I will be caught. If I don't look for it, I won't be able to get into the house or tell my father. If I wait for my mother, I will starve to death outside. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. But just as I was scratching my head, the man went upstairs and I leaned against the corner in fear. Finally, the stranger panted, "little friend, you dropped your key. I went after you, but you ran away ... here is your key." I was so moved that I thanked him and went home. ...
Now, there are many social swindlers. They are so rampant. There are not many such people now. I will never forget the road I took today.
Excellent composition for going home 1 1 Just as I was immersed in this beautiful scenery, I suddenly heard an old man talking to himself: "There are so many people, there is no place. When I looked up and saw the old man next to me, I quickly lowered my head. After a while, I secretly looked at the old man again: his head was wrapped in silver silk and his face was covered with wrinkles, about 60 years old. I thought: Do you want to give up your seat? Let go, home is still far away; I can't get through without you. What can I do?
I turned to look at the young man sitting around me. They talked and laughed as if nothing had happened. They look happy, but what about grandpa? I hold this handrail for a while, and then I hold that handrail. I am very helpless. I watched and thought, and I couldn't help it anymore. I stood up with my schoolbag on my back. I patted grandpa on the shoulder, pointed to the seat and motioned for him to sit down. Grandpa understood, smiled and said to me, "Sit down, son!" " "I also smiled and said to Grandpa," Grandpa, sit down! " "After repeated concessions, grandpa finally sat down.
After sitting down, grandpa always thanked me. He also asked me, "Son, where do you get off?" I replied, "The terminal." "Oh, Huang Jing, yes!" Yes! ""I got off work earlier than you. When I get off, you can sit down again! Thank you very much! " "Nothing, Grandpa!" After a quiet moment, grandpa got up to get off the bus, but he didn't forget to turn around and thank me again. After listening to grandpa's words, my heart is sweeter than eating honey! I am angry when I think about those young people around me!
I really want to say to them, "If that were your relatives, would you still turn a blind eye and be indifferent?" ? Caring for others makes us a virtue of the Chinese nation. As a student, you are not worse than me, are you? !
Then I looked out of the window again. The moon smiles sweeter and the street lamps are brighter, as if shining in everyone's heart. ......
There is a song that sings: accept my care and look forward to your smile. The structure of "people" is mutually supportive. Every good thing in life is like a song of the soul, singing the melody of love and the true feelings of the world. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!
I have walked many roads, including busy roads, winding roads and paths in the middle of the house. My favorite road is the one that comes home from school.
On the way home from school, there were car horns, beautiful songs of birds, and the noise of stationery stores, snack bars and toy stores.
Although I am the only one after school, I can play my own games. The name of this game is: Skip the danger. There are colored floors on the ground, red is magma, blue is iceberg, yellow is debris flow, brown is disaster area, only green is the safety area, and one * * * has three lives. Except for the half-life in the disaster area, everything else is a life. If I lose too much blood, I will be punished for eating less.
Occasionally, you can get to know your classmates, and if you have a good relationship, you can chat. When I'm unlucky, I may meet someone who bears a grudge against me. For example, the other day, I met my biggest enemy. I tried to avoid him and stared at him secretly, but he kept pestering me. He followed me all the way, spit on me all the way, and finally angered me. I saw that I was almost home, so I gave him a good beating, made a face in front of him at the speed of the wind and ran home. Finally ran home, I am glad: fortunately, he ran slower than me, haha!
After school, the snack bar next to me always asks me to buy it, as if to say, "don't you love me the most?" Come on. " Fortunately, I still have a firm heart. I passed several houses in a row and didn't go in, but at the last one, I finally couldn't help it and flew in.
This road has carried my joys and sorrows for so many years. It watched me grow up day by day. Every inch of this road is an old friend who accompanied me home. It keeps me away from boredom on my way home from school, so I like it.
Excellent composition 13, a word that reads so cold, and a different kind of warm feelings. But home, for them, is the only sustenance of missing and the only reason to cry. ...
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Wang Zhaojun, your life should have been "plain" and "leisurely in the palace", but you played a swan song for yourself that has been circulated for thousands of years. You volunteered to kiss the Huns and fight for peace, but from then on you bid farewell to Xiangxi, which accompanied you since childhood, and looked back at Chang 'an, Tongguan, Yellow River, Yanmen, South Expedition and arrived in Mobei. Maybe the flying geese are also sorry for you. The moment they saw you, they suddenly fell down. From then on, you have a reputation as a "wild goose". When you pick up the pipa and fiddle with your fingers, a touching swan song resounds over the Great Wall, and your youth is buried in the vast desert. How can you be homesick in the dead of night? You will cry, too, home, a place where you will never laugh again. On your deathbed, you repeatedly asked your children to bury you in a place facing south. Why? Because you will never forget your way home until you die.
You too, Wencheng. You are a high-ranking, pampered, unruly and willful princess. When your loving father announces the fate of your life, you are no longer a playful princess. After you entered Tibet, you became calm and didn't put your thoughts on your face, because you remembered your mother's advice to let you take on more responsibilities and the mission entrusted to you by Li Tang. You often cry with your back to Songzan Gambu. Tears like the Yellow River seem to flow forever. After a long time, the casual lady thought you forgot to send you away from your parents in the Tang Dynasty. In fact, you are not strong, and your yearning for home continues. Because home is your emotional sustenance when you get married in a foreign land.
I don't know how many years have passed, and you have comforted the subjects of the other two nationalities with a smile. Bringing peace and stability to the country, the beautiful story of one world is still known. You who have been ordered to "kiss" have always buried your way home in your hearts and replaced it with a mission and responsibility!
They didn't forget their way home, because the fallen petal became home, and their yearning for them finally found their way home. ...
Excellent composition for going home 14 When you go home from work, you will always pass by a pond. There used to be a large reed by the pond, which was full of vitality in spring, lush in summer, dancing with the wind in autumn and lonely in winter. I don't know when someone started shoveling these reeds, and I don't know when they were planted into fields by hardworking uncles and aunts in this community. Every morning, I always see my uncles and aunts watering hard, and every time I can't help but sigh: as long as I give them a piece of land, they can grow a vegetable market.
Today, as usual, I took a shortcut after work, and an aunt pulled weeds in her own field. I watched her family's vegetables grow especially green and good, so I said to my aunt at a distance, "Aunt, you are really good at growing vegetables. Your vegetables are really beautiful, and every tree looks strong! " Aunt turned and smiled and said, "The main reason is that there is no pesticide. Naturally, our hometown grows vegetables by ourselves! " "I said," I especially envy you for having the time and mind to grow such a good dish! " "Aunt smiled and lowered her head and cut some lettuce with a knife three times and two times and handed it to me. "Come, take it back for you to eat. Do you want more? " Aunt said. I am flattered. I said, "thank you, aunt, no need." You work so hard. Keep it for yourself. " Aunt smiled and said, "Yes, there are many!" "I thanked menstruation and went home with this handful of lettuce.
When I got home, I saw my sister bring back the dinner my mother cooked for me and put it on the table. I also prepared chopped green onion. I cooked lettuce and wonton that my aunt sent me just now. This simple dinner comes from the labor of two simple and lovely people.
I haven't read the excellent composition 15 for a long time, or rather I haven't enjoyed the night sky in my hometown.
What do you see when you look up at the city? Hehe, it's okay.
Yes!
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There really is!
Is there really? I'm starting to wonder.
It is black. I was lost in thought again.
Yes, only, only black, the stars can no longer be seen.
Look at the stars? What is there to see? Someone asked me.
I replied: you can't see the stars, you can only see black forever!
This time, I returned to my hometown. Here, there is what I am looking for-the beautiful starry sky.
It's really beautiful. The countryside is quiet at night. The air in December is particularly fresh. Purity enters the lungs, making the heart feel cool, and every nerve in the brain seems to be intoxicated.
Looking up at the sky, golden stars twinkle in the Milky Way, giving off gentle light. They surround each other, next to each other. In this sleeping land, there is no sound, but they seem to be the darling of the universe. They come out naughty at night and walk during the day, making people feel that it is coming.
Really, you can see a constellation-Orion at any time. Four big stars surround three small stars and stand out in the air. I won't talk about its myth. This kind of beauty, this kind of legend, you have to taste it yourself.
But you can't see it in the city, because neon lights cover the stars, but the beauty of neon lights is not as good as the stars, because one is the sky and the other is the earth.
So when you look up at the night sky of the city and see the darkness, it will arouse your loneliness and melancholy even more.
Such a starry sky is no longer a starry sky, but an empty heart!