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I am a boat. When night falls and the storm comes, I will quietly park in my safe haven. It blocked all the storms for me and made me feel the warmth of love. When I fail, it encourages me not to lose heart; When I succeed, it reminds me not to let a temporary victory go to my head; When I was frustrated, he sent me the warmth of love; When I am proud, it shares sweet joy with me.

It is my safe haven-home!

Whenever I am wronged outside and tired at home, my parents will always listen to me quietly and comfort me gently. My parents love and care about me in their simplest but most sincere way. At that time, I really realized that my home is woven with love, and my home is full of love all the time, so that I can bathe in the sunshine of love every minute.

Whenever I have conflicts with my friends, my sky is like a lonely heart rain with dark clouds. At this time, my parents chatted with me like confidants, talked with me, enlightened me, untied the knot in my heart, and let me slowly walk out of that gloomy sky. At that time, my sky was already clear after the rain. How nice it is to have a home!

Whenever I encounter setbacks in my life or study and am about to be knocked down by difficulties, my parents always tell me that setbacks are inevitable in one's life, and setbacks are the ladder of success. There can be no success without setbacks. My parents' ordinary words made me regain my confidence and courage. Only then did I realize that getting home was the source of my motivation.

In this sheltered home, my parents and I have woven this "basket" full of warmth and understanding with our love for each other, and I have found happiness and happiness from this "basket".

Not too many words, not too many reasons, at home, maybe a look, maybe a greeting, can also make me realize that love is by my side and never left me for a moment. No matter what I do wrong, my family will always open their arms for me; No matter how wronged, everything will make me happy again when I get home! It feels good to have a home! Home, my haven, my paradise!

-Narrative

Home always brings me warmth. As long as I think about things at home, it always makes me feel very sweet. That night was particularly outstanding, like a piece of candy, which was sour at first and sweet at last, which made me unforgettable.

I kept smiling on my way home from school. "What's the matter with you, so happy?" My good friend Jia Jia is puzzled by my abnormal reaction. "Today is my birthday. My parents and I agreed to spend my birthday with me today. They have been very busy recently, and they have taken time to accompany me today? " I answered with a smile. When I got home, I pushed open the door and skipped into the house. "Mom and Dad, I'm back." There is no response at home. It seems that I am the only one in such a big home. "Mom and Dad, don't play hide-and-seek with me. I can't find you. Come out, come out. " My joyful voice was mixed with a trace of anxiety and tension. But mom and dad still didn't answer. Night slowly enveloped the earth and became dark. I walked slowly to the TV and turned it on. At this time, the pattern on TV suddenly went out. "No ... there will be no power failure." My voice is trembling, which is the fear brought by darkness. "Jingle bells ..." The telephone rang, and I couldn't help thinking of the horror film "The Ring of Midnight". A cool breeze blew in from the window, which made me shudder. I slowly "moved" to the phone, trying to say in a calm voice, "Hello … hello, you … hello." "Baby, what's wrong with you?" The voice on the other end of the phone made me overjoyed. "Mom, today is my birthday, don't you remember? Why aren't you and dad at home? " "The baby is obedient, we have something to do and will be back soon." Mom's words made me particularly angry. "But mom, there is a power outage at home, and I am so scared." The mother on the other end of the phone said in a comforting tone, "Don't be afraid. Think about the contents of the comic book I bought you. You smile from ear to ear every time you see it. " Think about it. It's okay. Goodbye. ""But, mom ... mom ... "Mom hung up before I finished. I called my parents right away, but their cell phones were out of service. It's getting dark, and the moon in the sky seems to have been swallowed by dogs, and it no longer radiates light. At this moment, my inner courage seems to be shrouded in terror.

"Knock, knock ..." Knock on the door broke the silence of the night. I opened the door with great excitement. "Mom and Dad, you are finally back." I hugged my mother. "How did you come back so late? There is a power outage at home, and I am so scared. " Mom took out the cake and put it on the table and said, "Baby, we ordered a cake for you." My mother looked at me and said, "Don't be afraid, we are back." At this time, electricity seemed to understand my mood, and with the arrival of my parents, it lit up every corner of the room. Our family got together happily and celebrated my birthday happily.

The shock this birthday brought me will never be forgotten. It brought me from the initial infinite expectation into the boundless darkness, and brought me back from the helpless fear to the sweet and happy reality. This little thing happened at home, just like a spiritual journey on my birthday, as colorful, wonderful, vivid and beautiful as the life mentioned in the book ... just like a weird candy, it made me taste expectation, fear, horror, happiness and sweetness, which made me remember deeply.

Things on my back, running around with me, can be seen at any time. This should be called "home"

My possessions are very few at first, so it is always impossible for children to have more material things. But in my mind at that time, those fake jewels, beautiful wooden pencils and random erasers were extremely rich and arrogant.

I carry my home on my back every day, wandering on my way to school, among the piles of rubber bands and marshmallows, on the clouds in the pond, and in the process of crayfish tracking the broken frog leg. There are also tragic memories of losing property. The remedy is to continue to carry a new round of property, just like a snail carrying a shell, because the shell is not necessarily safe at home. When the concept of home was first constructed, home was the property, while the latter was more of an emotional factor.

Later, I had too much property to carry. The concept of home has expanded to a space. To be exact, it's a room that belongs to me, and all my favorite items are arranged in the way I'm used to. Some come from memory, some from taste, and some from longing for my spiritual home (oh, I'm still young, it's too early to say I have spirit). I'm just a carbohydrate. As a storage space, home is a pair of things to me.

So this space is full of carving marks. This is a ceremony of nailing nails on the wall, doodling and putting bottles and cans in the corner.

But one day, someone will come to share this space with me. At first, I just couldn't stand it, and the sense of security generated by an exclusive was destroyed as never before.

I felt anxious and imprisoned, trying to regain lost ground, but I was fascinated by the secret room found in this man. I couldn't see one thing or another. It sounds like a story about family, with the flavor of superstructure. When it comes to superstructure, it is inseparable from power and rules, domination and obedience (I am the queen, I said to myself). In fact, I don't want to own these superstructures, otherwise the softness of matter can't compete with the rigidity of the soul, and the sweetness of love is like decoration. It takes time and opportunity. I need a password to get in and out of the chamber of secrets freely. When I move me, my belongings and space into his secret room, then, hehe, I will love my family.

I love my family.

Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much, so I am no exception.

Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.

I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.

In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.

Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home. Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony. Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry. If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents.

I love my family, a family I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life.

I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.

My family is a big family. There are five people in my family, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and me. Joy, anger, sadness and joy often accompany my family.

My family is always beaming. You see, my father bent over with laughter, my mother burst into tears, my grandmother leaned forward and backward with laughter, my grandfather lost his beard, and I jumped up and down with laughter. I remember that once during the Spring Festival, the whole family was very happy and everyone was in high spirits. In the evening, the whole family came to the TV and watched the Spring Festival party with rapt attention. Wonderful programs are always staged one after another, and the audience's applause is constant, so is our family. My whole family likes watching skits, so when a skit is performed, we all concentrate on it. No, just after a sketch, dad may have drunk too much water and wanted to go to the bathroom. Who knows, at this time, he began to play sketches again. Dad just went in and then turned around and came out again, which made everyone laugh.

There are sometimes dark clouds in my home. Look, dad is angry again. It turned out to be my cousin. He just came from his hometown. He had never seen a mobile phone before, so he was playing and accidentally fell. Since my father had a mobile phone and it was convenient to do things, my cousin broke it. He was very angry and scolded my cousin. It's quiet at home, and the atmosphere dare not make a sound.

Sometimes it rains a little at home One Sunday, the whole family was watching TV. How touching! A mother sacrificed herself to save her child. Then we were moved to tears.

My home is full of joy most of the time. There is a good saying: happiness is around. This is our family. In fact, happiness is very much, just as big as the universe. A little something the size of sesame seeds, we will also laugh. Once, my father just woke up and his hair was messy. I said, "Like a big chrysanthemum." This statement amused everyone. In fact, happiness is everywhere

This is my home, a magical home!

No matter how beautiful and tall the building is, it is not as good as Xiaoping building without family decoration; No matter how shabby and ugly the bungalow is, it won't feel cold even in cold winter!

What is home? Some people say that home is a house and a suite, but I think home is more than just a house. The most important part of home is affection, which makes home colorful and full of warmth.

I have seen from many TV dramas and real life that the villas and high-grade furniture of some wealthy businessmen are so magnificent. But there is no affection in this family, and the rich businessman's children don't like to go home. They don't have the care of their parents and the warmth of their families. What's the point of coming back? Without affection, no matter how beautiful the house is, it will look cold and ugly. Nowadays, people only concentrate on the pursuit of luxurious architecture, but ignore the feelings between relatives in the family. This is the saddest thing!

Besides, some poor people's homes are just a humble bungalow. It is not as striking as a high-rise building, nor as impressive as a villa. It is so common, like a weed in the grass. However, this small room is full of warmth, and people in this small room live a stable and happy life. After a busy day, farmers will not forget their children when they go home. It is so harmonious to accompany them to do their homework, play and watch TV. The strength of the family seems to make this flat building gorgeous in an instant, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

You see, why can't a tall and beautiful building compare with a small flat building? Because of family relations. I really want to say loudly: "Mom and Dad, no matter how beautiful the building is, it will never occupy the weight of affection in our hearts." We don't need luxurious buildings, we just want to get a little affection and warmth from you! "

No matter how beautiful and tall the building is, it is not as good as Xiaoping building without family decoration; No matter how shabby and ugly the bungalow is, it won't feel cold even in cold winter!

Over the years, I have never forgotten the existence of happiness. There is a past, a present and a future. I am very happy because I have a happy family.

My parents are the ones who gave birth to me and raised me. When someone asks them, "Are you tired of such naughty children?" They said, "No, we are very happy. Because our family is full of happiness and happiness. " , annoying; But the child is still cute and naive; Help parents do things; For parents, love. This is what parents call the concept of happiness.

A happy family is full of love. When I have a fever, my parents are very anxious, at a loss, and worried ... The spices in my heart can't be prepared at all, and there are many kinds and strange things. When I am praised, my parents will also change with my mood, happy, excited, excited ... when I ...

Home, so happy. ........