I still remember the year before last, when the host of Year After Year asked everyone "What is home", a netizen replied "Home is a place where you can sleep late." It suddenly dawned on me. This is home, real home. No matter how tired you are; As long as you get home, you can tear off the mask of survival and rest carefree.
I always remember that story. A man left his parents to make a living alone because of rebellion. After decades of groping outside, he has failed, succeeded, been gloomy and brilliant. Finally, he came home in his twilight years and said with deep feelings, "It's good to be home." This should be the sentence "fallen leaves return to their roots"
We always work hard when we are in high spirits and entertain our friends when we are extremely happy. But why do we feel lonely and empty when we stop working in the dead of night, and what is missing? Suddenly, we realized that we were homesick. Why do we always think of home first when we are in pain and depression?
Is it because of the familiar house? That warm little bed. That lovely cup? That little chair? It's because of the feelings and loved ones that are hard to give up.
Friends say home is a band-aid. Think about it, don't you? It seems that you don't need it when you are happy-"intact." But once you are depressed and sad-"injured", you always wrap yourself up and cure yourself at the first time.
Home is a spring rain, bringing the first news of spring. Home is a clear spring, which takes away the mania in my heart. Home is a red leaf, bringing cool autumn. Home is a winter snow, quietly telling us that spring is not far away.
Really, this is home, the most common but the most extraordinary home.
It's good to have a home.
Home, as warm as that hot spring, has given me the kindest protection of this little soul and made me grow up smoothly and happily like a small tree.
I remember that day, it was my birthday. I should have been happy once a year and should have celebrated it directly, but there was no electricity that night and I couldn't do anything. That night, I was extremely unhappy and hid in my room to get angry. Suddenly, my mother came into my room with a candle in her hand and said to me kindly and gently, "What's the matter? Are you unhappy? " "Yes, today is my birthday, and there is a power outage here. Don't you think it's inappropriate? " I said angrily. My mother smiled and said, "Yes, it's not appropriate. Without electricity, we can have more fun. You see, don't you feel warm with the moon and stars as companions and the tenderness of your mother? " "There are stars. Why can't I see them? " I refuted my mother's words. "Well, then close your eyes and I'll show you." My mother said softly. I closed my eyes gently and only heard two shots. I opened my eyes and saw nothing. I ignored her and said, "Mom, you're lying. There's nothing." "No, look out the window." I stuck my head out of the window. It really is. It really looks like many stars. I went back to see my mother and ran downstairs. In front of me, there is a bright lamp, and the faint light of candles shines on my face, decorating the ground beautifully. Then, everyone at home came out to wish me a happy birthday. My brother said, "Are you satisfied?" Nod hard. Dad took out my favorite fireworks, and our family played happily together. My eighth birthday.
Although it has been a long time, my factory will never forget the warm birthday in the countryside without electricity. This is the most special and happiest birthday I have ever had. I can't help but say loudly, "It's good to have a home." Home is the harbor of love. When I want to start a business, I will sincerely sigh: "It's good to have a home!" "
I remember it was time to review for the exam.
One afternoon, I suddenly felt a little sore in my throat. At night, the pain got worse. So I told my mom. I saw my parents jump up like conditioned reflex. My father immediately "pressed" me on the sofa and my mother "tortured" me.
I only heard my mother ask, "What happened? Does it still hurt? " "hmm!" I nodded.
When did it hurt? This afternoon. I confessed in detail.
"What does it feel like when it hurts?"
"I'm a little sad, and my saliva hurts." I confessed everything.
Finally, the "bilateral talks" ended. Immediately, my father picked me up and let me sit on my mother's bike. As soon as I sat down, my bike slammed and rushed to the hospital.
After being diagnosed in the hospital, it turned out to be only mild tonsillitis, so it would be fine to take some medicine. But my mother didn't stop, pestering the doctor to ask him if he would have a fever. Fortunately, the doctor had a thick ear cocoon and answered her patiently.
So my mother drove me home. On that day, I obviously found that mom and dad were all sweaty.
Although it was only a false alarm, I really saw what my parents did. Although it is a small matter, I really feel the endless love of my parents.
Home is a safe haven, which can dispel all troubles; Home is a small pier where all happiness can stay. Home is made up of love. It's good to have a home!
It's good to have a home.
No matter how cloudy it is and how heavy the rain is, the bird will not be afraid, because it has a home; No matter how big the waves and strong the wind are, the fish will not be afraid, because it has a home; No matter how cold and heavy the snow is, the bear will not be afraid, because it has a home. No matter how slim the hope is and how bumpy the future is, I will not be afraid, because I have a home.
What is home? Zhou said: Home is a boat, home is a warm harbor, and home is an eternal shore.
Yeah! Home is a boat, and home is a warm harbor. When a boat is drifting outside, it is important to return to the warm harbor and the eternal shore. It is very comfortable to go back to the shore. Yes! It feels good to have a home!
That day, I failed in the exam, and I was thinking about a question in my mind: how to explain it when I go home? At home, I have to face their eyes, and my heart has been uneasy.
When I got home, my heart was pounding and I felt difficult to breathe. I'm really afraid to face their disappointed and reproachful eyes. I kept my head down when I came in. Maybe they already know my grades. Dad comforted me: "Don't lose heart, you should know the failure of a successful mother.". Only failure can succeed, and there is no way to start when you encounter small setbacks ... ",I snorted when I heard my father's comfort.
It's good to have a home, and when you get home, you can show it on the side that you can't show it outside; When I get home, I can tell my parents and complain. When I go home, I can … how wonderful it is to have a home!
The final destination of a ship's voyage is the bay; Birds in the distance, the eternal concern is the old forest; Whether it is a traveler who comes back in a hurry at night or a traveler who leaves in a hurry, the place in his heart is always home.
Although we are still students, everyone has a happy and warm home, but we should cherish it. In society, how many people have lost their families for some reason, so we are much luckier than them.
Home is everyone's home. Although everyone has a different definition of home, in any case, because of home, lost children will find their way. Because there is a home, crying children will regain their confidence; Because of the family, the lost children will see hope.
It's good to have a home!
Home is a big tree. Maybe it can't give you huge fruits, but it can always shelter you from the wind and rain. Home is a harbor, maybe it can't give you rich harvest, but it will always block the storm for you. Home may be humble, but it is always the warmest.
My childhood home is like a cradle for raising me. Only joy, no trouble. You can play on your father's back and coquetry in your mother's arms. I can pester my father to take me to the children's park during the day and listen to stories in my mother's arms at night. In my spare time, my family sat on the third floor and painted together, often songs that others didn't understand, but my parents and I were moved because it contained the warmth of home.
As I grow older, my father can no longer carry me on my back, and I have no patience to listen to my mother's stories, but my home is always warm. Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, my parents will comfort me and encourage me to get good grades when I get home. Whenever something goes wrong, my parents will enlighten me and make my personality more cheerful. Day after day, no home is my refuge when I encounter difficulties, and I can't get good grades. It's good to have a home!
When encountering problems, my father searched the question bank for information, and soon had a complete answering process, as well as my father's old smile. When I stay up to review, my mother will wait for me and make me a midnight snack, maybe just a bowl of wonton and a boiled egg, but my bloodshot eyes are full of warmth. Home, everything makes me warm again.
Home is really so warm and wandering in the distance. If you are homesick, please come back! Although home can't give you superficial wealth, it gives you a lot of spiritual wealth. After all, it feels good to have a home!