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Home is a ship.
Home is a warm harbor
Home is the eternal shore.
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If life is compared to a kind of drifting-for some people, it is indeed drifting in many places, and for all people, it is a river crossing the years-then what is home? My family is a boat in the southern water town, and I row a boat on the lake. A fishing boat approached, and smoke curled up on board. As the boat approached, I smelled the food and heard the children's laughter. Then I suddenly realized that the boat is the fisherman's home. Is it too rough to take a boat as your home? But I saw with my own eyes that the fishermen were calm, the boat was small, they had food and shelter, and it was really a home. So I think, for us, isn't home just a boat? This is a small boat, but how long will it take us to cross it? Time will not go back, there will always be strange waters ahead, but we are no strangers, because we are on this familiar ship. Sometimes it's calm around, sometimes it's rough, but as long as the ship is stable, everything becomes a beautiful scenery. The fate of this world is unpredictable, but with a good family and a good partner of fate and * * *, the unpredictable fate seems to be no longer terrible. A poem flashed in my heart: "Home is a boat, and there is my love in drifting." Looking at the slowly moving sails on the lake, I secretly pray that there is a warm home under each sail. Editor's note: Home is a warm harbor. Just as I was admiring the beautiful sails in the distance, a philosopher's fable rang out in my ear: "My friend, I didn't know until I got closer, even on the most beautiful sailing boat, there were too many trivial noises!" This is Nietzsche's contempt for women. Isn't it? Home is too ordinary, and even a warm home will inevitably have trivial matters, gossip and even minor quarrels. Then, let's set sail. However, anyone who has experienced ocean voyage knows how happy the long-lost heart will be once the dim shadow of the port appears on the horizon. If there is no harbor waiting to hug us, won't the boundless sea make us despair? In the voyage of life, we need adventure and rest, and home is a warm harbor for our rest. After our souls are cultivated too seriously by the mysterious waves of the sea, the trivial noise at home may be the music arranged by God to make people relax. In the evening, the sails returned one after another, and the lights in the harbor were swaying and the voices were noisy, which interrupted my meditation on the sea. I stood up and greeted happily: "good night, people who go home!" " "I know there are some extremely proud and lonely souls in the world. They will never be homeless. Let's not disturb them. As ordinary people, we need a home sooner or later. Odysseus, the hero of Homer's epic, has been wandering abroad for many years and experienced hardships and temptations. It is the idea of going home that sustains him, enabling him to overcome all difficulties and resist all temptations. Finally, when the goddess Calypso mythology advised him to stay on her island forever, he insisted, "Dear Goddess, I know my wife will only be eclipsed by your brilliance. You will live forever, but she is doomed to die. But I still miss home every day and want to go back to my home. "Since ancient times, countless poets have sung the homesickness of wanderers." The fishing lamp is dim, and the guests dream back, but it is heartbreaking. Wan Li's solitary boat is a tear in the market. "Home is the eternal shore where dreams haunt. Don't say "come and go naked". At least, when we came into this world, there was a home for us to land. When we leave, we don't want to be alone, and no one can say goodbye. Tired birds miss their nests, and fallen leaves return to their roots. When we go back to our hometown, it's like going back to the place where we landed before, and eternity begins here. I believe that if the soul does not die, we will still miss this home in heaven.