There is always such a place in the world that gives us shelter when it is stormy and gives us comfort when our hearts are exhausted. Our bodies and souls always need such a place to rest. This is home.

Day after day, whenever the lights are on at sunset in the western hills, such as the endless traffic and the hurried footsteps of pedestrians on the street, they are all heading in one direction-home.

People who have no home will never have a sense of belonging, just like floating clouds forever. However, home is not only a square room, but also a beautiful and luxurious arrangement. The most important element of family is our feelings, and we manage with our heart. Because of this feeling of concern, we feel warm and relaxed. I care because of love, and I miss you because of love.

My home is as ordinary as thousands of families in Qian Qian. More than 60 square meters of buildings, there is no grand and elegant decoration, no luxurious decoration, and some are the feelings of husband and wife and the love of mother and child under the load of a small space. These overflowing feelings are enough for me.

Home, our home. The warm home that we all long for.

Home is a pair of slippers handed by my lover when I return; Home is the smiling face of children jumping into their arms; Home is a steaming piece of rice on the dining table; Home is a sweet double bed under the bedside lamp. ...

Home is a deep language of love; Home is nagging; Home is a trivial day that turns over page by page; Home is a string of red peppers hanging under the eaves.

Home is a harbor for berthing; Home is a rest stop; Home is the most practical support when sleeping; Home is my husband's rude words-a place where you don't have to hold your fart. ...

There are so many annotations in my dictionary.

I love our ordinary family, reveling in its warmth and happiness, content and grateful.

However, I never thought that one day I would have a home outside my home.

Everything is because of a casual click on the internet. Since then, "adding fragrance to tea" has become my new home, and blogs and collections have become my spiritual home. Just like an ugly little girl suddenly saw a dress with lace, I was at a loss and didn't have that kind of beautiful joy. I decorate it with pages full of heart fragrance and love it with infinite tenderness. ...

Every morning, I will open the door of my new home in a hurry to see what new guests have come and what new works are there. Read friends' words, reply to everyone's comments and greetings, convey each other's feelings and friendship, and be filled with joy and comfort.

Sitting alone in front of the screen in a quiet night, drinking a cup of incense, reading a short article, chatting with friends, and reciting poems with literary friends, the feeling of home is warm enough, and people are often ecstatic, indulging in this home far from home and ignoring the real home, which makes their husbands unhappy and their sons dissatisfied.

This home away from home is my kingdom of thought. Here, you can get rid of the fetters of the world and let your thoughts fly freely; You can also be indifferent to your mood and forget that flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds in the sky are rolling. Always trying to pour a thing, a scene and a mood into the pen, although the expression is weak and naive, it is still stubborn and full of enthusiasm.

There is a warm and beautiful home, which is happy and warm. It is lucky and pleasant to have a harbor where the mind can rest and swim.

"Tea" makes my home outside my home. I love my home, and I like my home outside.

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Home is the foundation of our growth, home is an endless book, home is a poem full of good wishes, home is a warm and moving song, and home is a cup of mellow wine. Home is so dull and fascinating. Home is our safe haven, which brings us warmth and happiness and accompanies us to grow up.

I love my family! Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years, where my most beloved parents have stored my stories for many years.

In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf and a computer in the room. I do my homework on my desk every day, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes I sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired after working for a long time, and read in the bookcase when I have time. Every toy in the room is accompanied by my growing joy, anger, sadness and joy.

Everyone has a home, and animals are no exception. Tall trees are home to birds, wet soil is home to flowers, green lotus leaves are home to frogs, clear streams are home to fish and tadpoles, and green grass is home to insects.

Some big bosses and entrepreneurs have rich families, luxury houses, cars, money, power and influence. People always envy them. But they are not happy, because these people are busy with their careers and forget their homes. Taking care of their families, they think they will lose their property. When they returned to their mansion, they were only faced with an empty wall. Nothing, very lonely, lonely. They will never understand the meaning of home. When asked what their home is, they always reply: "Home is a place to live."

What is home?

In fact, home is a house with people and love. A home without love, no matter how luxurious, makes people feel desolate; A loving home, no matter how narrow, will make people feel warm. Home carries the dream of everyone in the family, through thick and thin. Everyone's home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and furniture made of love.

Happiness comes from having a home, no matter how shabby it is, but this is where real happiness exists.

I love my family.

Home is like an endless topic, trickling through the tips of many literati.

I remember writing many compositions about home at school. Home, reposing my lovesickness and feelings; Home is the birthplace of each of us; Home is a fertile soil, which is the foundation of our growth. In the days at home, I regard day and night as the destination of my soul. In the days at home, my vision is constantly updated.

Home didn't teach me how to be wise, but it taught me how to love. Love is a spiritual thing that keeps the family together. With this spiritual thing, we can feel the warmth brought by home. Every time I think of home, the sadness caused by low enthusiasm is quietly diluted, and I can even return to a brand-new self, which is attributed to the role of the concept of home echoing in my mind. The composition of every family may be a gift from heaven. Before people can explain their reasons with knowledge and wisdom, I have to admit that there is a God in the world.

Home is a warm word for all of us. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering, but the end point of wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul-home.

In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about that home-Du Ying. So no matter how much he suffers, he can wear a high crown and hold a sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home.

No wonder some people say that "when we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow is holding the green horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink back again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a river flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of a comfortable seat in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era, perhaps because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, wandered under the ancient sunset road in the mountains, but how could they not remember that beauty when they saw the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or the wisps of smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye? Where is the twilight village pass, there is sad fog on the river waves!

Even in peaceful and quiet times, the attachment to home is still so strong. My family is beautiful, happy, peaceful, healthy, and brothers and sisters live in harmony. "Beijingers in new york" tells the overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying there.

At this age, our views on home are even different: we want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live by ourselves; Who walks with me in the distance in the clouds, stays near the sun, can hide their ears, stay away from the secular noise, and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children think so, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their old home and future home together.

Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.