A 300-word composition of the sixth grade poem "Home"

1. Home is a part of our life and a long and wonderful episode of life. It carries everything for us. When we are hurt and frustrated, we don't have to be sad, because home has become our partner and confidant. Sitting at home alone in the middle of the night, whispering with my family, let them listen to our stories and songs. Home is also the best place to treat pain. It will heal the wounds that are difficult to heal, leave the pain only in yesterday, and make our today more exciting. What is home? It is a reluctant home, a warm collective, and a dear motherland. Here, parents hold up a clear sky for their children with love umbrellas, and children offer a ray of comfort to their parents with filial piety; Here, there is a deep affection between teachers and students. Everyone has his own home, and everyone has an indescribable affection for his home. Home is like a small safe haven, which soothes my young mind, makes me feel the warmth of my family, and makes me full of confidence in my next struggle ... The life in our family is very democratic, harmonious and harmonious. Every day when we eat, we will discuss some problems we encountered that day, and sometimes we will argue endlessly for a point of view, so as to achieve communication and understanding. At this time, my father will ask me about my school and my performance at school. Sometimes when I do something wrong, my father will seriously criticize and my mother will patiently enlighten me. Our family has a strong educational atmosphere. My parents attach great importance to my quality education, especially my mother, who pays special attention to my growth and teaches me how to cook, mop the floor, wash clothes and so on. Now I often cook simple meals and start washing clothes. At school, I love my work very much, always rushing to do dirty work, and I have been praised by teachers many times. This is inseparable from parents' education. The most special atmosphere in my home is rainy days. I can't go out in this weather. My parents and I each took a book, each occupied a room, and started reading for a day. Outside the window is the sound of rain, and indoors is the sound of quiet reading. What a wonderful scene! My home has no gorgeous furnishings, luxurious stereo and big screen color TV. Have a plenty of simple furniture and piles of books. I read and grew up in the sea of these books, and my soul has a desire and pursuit of knowledge under the influence of books. Therefore, I will study hard, work hard and live up to my parents' expectations. -When I was sweating all over my homework, she gave me popsicles; When I was thirsty, she gave me a cup of warm water ... all of which touched me. If only my mother could be around at this time. You say, can I not love home? ? Mom loves me and loves me.