Home is a word that makes people feel warm when they mention it. It is also a word that makes people fascinated when they think of it. Only people who are destined to become a family can become a family.
Home, everyone has a home, and home is the place that everyone is most familiar with. There are our dearest family and most beloved things.
Home is the first society that everyone comes into contact with. Here are our joys and sorrows. And each person's emotions will affect the emotions of the rest of the family.
Home is the warmest place. Hard-working parents are always working hard for a living. We welcome the morning sun and send away the sunset. In the morning, when you lazily get up from bed, there is already a breakfast carefully prepared for you by your mother on the table. In the evening, when you get home, although your parents have not prepared dinner because they are busy, your considerate mother always prepares snacks and a glass of water for you.
Home is the sustenance of your soul. When you achieve success, your family is truly happy for you and gives you the most sincere congratulations. When you fail, your family will encourage you from time to time and give you the power of love, giving you the courage to walk from the haze of failure to the door of success. When you are sad and feel that there is no friend around you who is worth talking to, you will suddenly feel that home is the only person worth talking to. The care and consideration of your family will slowly erase the shadow in your heart.
Home is also a school that teaches you how to adapt to society and how to be a human being. Your attentive mother is always by your side, teaching you how to respect your teachers at school and how to treat your friends and classmates. A strict father will always help you in your studies and criticize you severely when you do something careless and wrong. Perhaps, in the past, you would have thought your mother was nagging you, and your father's severity scared you. Later, you will feel that your mother's nagging is so kind and warm; and your father's strictness will make you feel his infinite expectations for you.
Home changes with the passage of time. Our parents are getting older, and we are growing up day by day. As you grow older, you will feel your parents' deep love for you more and more strongly. As you grow up, be filial to your parents who are getting older every day.
Family is created by parents working together. From birth to adulthood to successful career, every step of a person's life is inseparable from the care, instruction, influence and support of this family. Everyone’s growth is soaked in the hard work of their parents.
Home is the place I love most. I will study hard with my parents’ expectations, and I will go home with success in the future.
I love my home
Home is the harbor of the soul and the eternal pure land of body and mind. Every time I encounter setbacks outside, the force behind me becomes stronger. I originally thought that love without reason is pale and thin and cannot stand the test of time. It wasn't until that moment that I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.
I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and most unrequited love. I still firmly believe this. But as I grew older and matured, I became more and more oblivious to my mother's loving instructions. Whenever the school organized outings, I would deal with my mother's instructions and organize things at the same time. Looking back, bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like a movie. Looking at the beautiful ripples in the ocean of memory, I was suddenly shocked: Why did my childhood admiration for my mother disappear and disappear? Why did the tall and kind image of my mother in my childhood become the wordy person I am now? Why did the kindness in childhood turn into the seriousness now? Whenever I ask my mother to go to and from school alone, my mother always laughs and refuses to answer. After pleading hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and when she reminded me to pay attention to my safety, her worry was clearly written on her face.
Compared to maternal love, the love my father gives me is deeper.
If maternal love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then father's love is a cup of fragrant coffee; if maternal love is a rushing stream, then father's love is a broad ocean. Mother's love is delicate and sweet, and father's love is deep and broad. Sometimes my mother is like a lively and friendly close friend, and sometimes she is like a strict and harsh British female teacher. In my mind, my father is not a strict father, but more like a friend and a hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of the foreign land, I lamented that the sunset and sunrise never change year after year. At this moment, when I looked at my father's smile, I was speechless without realizing it, making my eyes filled with tears at sunset. If maternal love is the star-studded night sky in midsummer, then fatherly love is the starless sky in midwinter. Whenever I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. It makes me feel like there is a big well behind those eyes, filled with memories and long-term and determined thinking. Yet its exterior shimmers with modern light, like sunlight on the outer leaves of a tree or among the ripples of a deep lake.
When I was still in the second grade, I asked my mother more than once to ask me to go to and from school, but my mother always looked at me lovingly and did not answer. Gradually, feeling confident turned into friction. When my mother finally agreed, my heart felt like a wild horse that had taken off its reins. Having been uninhibited and uninhibited and loving freedom all my life, I breathed more free and fresh air, and my little heart had an unprecedented feeling, like the spring breeze blowing on my face.
School is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I didn't find the familiar figures of my parents, and I felt as excited as a rabbit out of nowhere.
His calm appearance tried his best to hide his excited heart. Walking step by step along a very familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short now. The moment he took out the key, Zhou's familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, gratified but also a bit ridiculing: "It's good, I can go home by myself..."
That's it, I rely on it every day Running between home and school. We have gone through the late spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming, through the midsummer when the sun is shining brightly, through the late autumn when the red leaves are like fire, and through the midwinter covered with snow. Year after year, I passed through the third grade when I was ignorant of the world, through the innocent fourth grade, and through the quite stressful fifth grade.
I remember that in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing, and we gathered at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake up my sleeping parents, I quietly woke up my classmates in the same room and tiptoed out of the house. Looking back, I saw that the entire building was shrouded in the early morning twilight, but the lights were on at that very familiar location, and two figures were standing in front of the window. A warm current suddenly surged in my heart, and the darkness of the road ahead became brighter at this moment. So lucky to be able to walk in their eyes for so many years.
A pair of people who cannot be modified, bring warmth always behind their backs, are always wordy and always pay attention, and don’t know how to cherish and feel too guilty. I still remember my warm companion who has always taken care of me. I finally waited for my dream today, and I hope to achieve it by sharing the glory. She doesn't appreciate her indulging in musical scales, but her mother's love never gives in. She is determined to struggle in her heart, and her parents' kindness will eventually be repaid. The spring breeze turns into rain and warms my heart. It is your silent gift of care throughout my life. It is your warm eyes that teach me to look at the road ahead with perseverance and remind me not to give up when I fall. I can't explain how I can repay my kindness. My love is infinite. Please allow me to say that I really love you.