Birds in the distance, the eternal concern is the old forest; Wandering boat, always thinking about the harbor; Travellers are still at home in the place they are inextricably linked and will always miss.
Home is a warm word, and people will have a warm feeling when they hear it, but what is home?
Home is where a family lives. The happiness of a family depends on the creation and efforts of each family member. My home is made up of a busy father, an amiable mother and a lively and active me.
Look, my fat dad will be back soon. He always has a smile on his round and kind face, as if he would never lose his temper; There are a pair of big eyes under the thick eyebrows, which are intense; There are a pair of eyes on the high bridge of the nose, which makes people feel kind anyway. He came home late and drunk, but he never forgot to visit me every time, which made me feel the deep fatherly love.
When I go home at noon, I can see my mother busy in the kitchen. Look, her willow-like eyebrows are firmly engraved on the goose egg face, and her eyes are clear and bright, which makes people feel that everything in the world is beautiful without any pollution. Mother not only does housework, but also takes care of me. Every failure gives me encouragement and confidence, which gives me the courage to face the frustrations in the future.
I grew up under the care of my parents; But mom and dad are much older because of me. Their meticulous care for me makes me feel extremely happy. I will live up to their expectations and study hard to repay them.
This is my place . If a person drinks water, he knows a lot about water. The role of home in the heart is just like a dress added when the wind blows, just right, but only you know how warm it is.
Home is colored. There is green, because the home has youthful vitality; There is red because it is hot at home in summer; There is gold, because there is a good harvest in autumn and white at home, because there is a quiet winter at home; Pink, because home is always full of love and expectation.
Reading-my favorite.
Everyone has his own preferences. Some people love sports, others love traveling-different personalities and hobbies. As for me, I like to take a book, find a quiet place and sit down and read it with relish. Sometimes I am amused by humorous stories in the book; Sometimes I am moved to tears by the sad stories in the book; Sometimes I am moved by the indomitable spirit of the heroes in the book.
I like reading books, which is absolutely accidental. In the past, I didn't like reading very much. My parents bought me a lot of books, so I had to lie in the bookcase and sleep. My mother still brings books home every now and then, which makes me even more disgusted.
One sunny morning, my mother left me alone in the library and said to me, "Yingying, my mother left early for a while. Please wait for me here." Say that finish, turned and hurried away. I have no choice but to wait quietly. I looked around. This place is not only a book, but also a book. Looking around, some adults and children are reading books on desks, and some are leaning on high bookshelves to turn over books. It seems that I am the only one who is idle. Bored, I had to pull out a book of Andersen's fairy tales from the shelf and read it. Watching, I was fascinated. Sad for the little match girl, happy for the clever Hans, deeply sighing for the mermaid and secretly cheering for Thumbelina. I didn't expect such a wonderful story in an obscure book. I read every word in the book greedily, which is tantamount to "hungry people pouncing on bread". When my mother came to pick me up, I found it was close to noon. Mom smiled and said, "Come back!" I had to leave the library reluctantly. I learned later that my mother was testing me. )
After that, I like reading. No, I should love reading. A cupboard full of books can no longer satisfy my thirst for knowledge. I began to borrow books from others and buy books myself. Bookstores and libraries are the places I must visit during my holidays.
Books have broadened my horizons. The Book of Songs made me hear the songs of our ancestors. "Zuo Zhuan" let me see the struggle of governors; Shan Hai Jing took me to visit the hometown of the immortals. "Yan Family Instructions" made me feel a father's exhortation-
Books not only let me learn knowledge, but also taught me the truth of being a man. When I finished reading Mr. Lao She's "Raising Flowers", I knew I should be diligent; When I finished reading Bing Xin's When You Are Lonely, Helpless and Poor, I understood that "every man has a responsibility"-the rise and fall of the country.
Books are a beacon in the dark; Books are a ray of sunshine in the cold; Books are the source of our strength.
Autumn, my favorite.
This is the home I have experienced. The story woven by love makes people read it all their lives, remember it all their lives and move it all their lives.
Autumn, my favorite.
Who is it that gently caresses my skirt with that fresh and moist breeze? Who is it? When my heart is like a needle, it gives off a faint fragrance from scratch. Who is it that fiddles with my heartstrings and gives me spiritual comfort when I hesitate countless times? It's Qiu, yes, that's it. It quietly plays a lonely flute in the sunset on the other side, picks a few parting red leaves in the depths of the jungle, and wanders alone in the sky. Or cut out the weak silhouette of the city under the reflection of the distant sunset, branding the eternal and quiet prosperity. It's fall here. It uses its unique brushwork to draw artistic conception and my aesthetic vision.
Dream, everything is like a long, long, long dream. I don't want to wake up. Autumn has been with me for fifteen years. It came so quietly, as if I had forgotten the time and suddenly followed me. You turn into clusters of golden fragrant rice in the field, gently blowing the graceful wind, leading the surrounding vegetation to dance with you, setting off layers of waves and venting your extremely happy mood. You turned into a daisy that bloomed all over Shan Ye, and dyed every inch of land red with your noble breath. You have also become a fruitful fruit in the orchard, adding vitality to those monotonous dead branches and making the fruit farmers who have worked hard for a year smile.
Every time I see your phantom fill the whole world, make everything colorful and sprinkle a little joy on the world, my melancholy and fragile heart is slightly moist. I really love you. With your elegant magic, you gradually split my heart. But in autumn, why do you come so happy and go so sad?
In the twilight, you become red leaves in the mountains, scattered in the faint scenery of floating yellow, and the wind degenerates into bleak, criss-crossing forests, hitting the chill of the cone heart directly. Every withered leaf is your bitter tears, and you are so nostalgic and helpless.
Beautiful Shan Ye, a corner of the next sunset, distant cities and nearby mountains have all become indelible shadows under the red sky. I sat inside alone, savoring silently, and my sadness ended in the end.
Qiu, you are my beautiful bosom friend, and my pain is my vacant parting. The seasons change. When you come quietly and leave quietly, there will always be a few drops of sadness and disappointment in my heart, because your nobility, your beauty and even the melancholy when you leave have washed my soul.
Now, it's a new cycle, and my eyes are beginning to burst with tears of longing and joy. Your aestheticism mixed with deep sadness at the end of the year is my only real dream. Before you come, I will be lonely forever, whispering song for you, lonely music on the horizon. ...
Music, my favorite.
Tagore once said: "Don't try to fill the blank in life, because music is in the depths of that blank." Music is a mysterious melody, which can bring sadness and sorrow as well as happiness and hope. And that "musical journey" really benefited me a lot!
On that occasion, the school held an English word competition. In fact, the so-called English word contest is just a test of English words learned throughout the semester. It seems easy, but in fact it is very difficult. The most important thing is to rely on my usual memory. I was very nervous the night before the game. Perhaps it is such an emotion that makes me toss and turn, making it difficult to sleep. Soon, my mother came to my room and said to me, "Hello! Don't be so nervous. This is just an English contest. What's the big deal? Why don't I play you a lyric melody? " I looked at her with wide eyes: "Can I relax after listening to the song nervously?" Mom, you are so naive. If so, listen to it several times, and everyone will get a hundred points. ""you don't understand. Music is not as simple as you think. Listening to music can calm the mood, which is also a way of psychotherapy. "Although I don't really believe what my mother said, I don't want to live up to her kindness, so I readily agreed. Sure enough, in a short time, I fell asleep sweetly, and at the same time, I saw the "magic" of music.
The next day, the English competition began, and when I handed out the test paper, I began to be nervous again. I tried to calm myself down and read the topic carefully. It turns out that I know many topics, which makes me overjoyed. Soon, I answered the test paper completely. Naturally, I was the first to hand it in. A few days later, the test paper was finally handed out, and I waited with joy, but the result was not as good as I expected, and my single-minded expectation turned into a full loss.
When I got home, I lay in bed feebly. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, "What, didn't you do well in the exam?" Is it because of the game? "I ignored her and turned around because I didn't want my mother to see me lost." Hum! It seems that I was right. Don't be so depressed. Come on, I'll let you listen to the music again, and make sure you are refreshed at once. ""Music can cure tension, but can it cure sadness? " Mom didn't continue to answer me. She turned on the music. It turned out to be Beethoven's symphony of destiny. While listening, I seemed to see Beethoven's persistence and his perseverance. It suddenly occurred to generate that Beethoven wrote the symphony of destiny because he didn't give up, and I was so sad because of a small failure. It was too easy to give up.
From then on, I began to find that the original connotation of music is not only a kind of entertainment, but also a melody that casts feelings. ...