The family consists of 500 words 1 family, which is a family that is hard to give up. Here, parents hold up a clear sky for their children with love umbrellas; Children offer their parents a cup of fragrant tea to show filial piety ... home is always the best destination.
Sometimes it's grandma's nagging at home. Every night, I always hear grandma's nagging voice: "Linlin, come and have dinner. People are iron, rice is steel, and they are hungry. " "Linlin, go and do your homework. If you don't do it, there will be no time. Time is squeezed out. " "Linlin, it's time for bed. Sleeping late will affect the height of the body. " ..... I felt very annoyed at that time, but on second thought, who is this for? Grandma went out to travel, and my home was deserted without nagging. I'm not used to it. The next morning, there was no grandmother nagging me to get up, and I almost overslept ... My grandmother's nagging was at home.
Home is sometimes a delicacy on mom's table. Whenever the little greedy worm in my stomach starts to itch, my mother always puts aside the fatigue of work and cooks a good dish for me. Chicken, duck, fish, fruits and vegetables, everything. Watching me gobble, my mother said to me, "Eat slowly and don't choke." "Mom, you are simply a gold medal chef!" Mother smiled, smiling so beautifully, so brilliantly, so gratified. This is not a table full of delicious food, this is clearly my mother's love for me! For mom, home is a table of delicious food.
At home, sometimes my father is in charge. Every day when dad comes home from work, the first sentence always asks, "How is my baby today?" At this time, I will report the school situation of the day as a few treasures. If I make a small mistake or my exam results are not satisfactory, I am a little hesitant. However, my father is very good at reading words and feeling. Finally, I had to be honest. Then, my father will severely criticize me, help me analyze the reasons and encourage me to correct my shortcomings. Under the strict education of my father, I grew up healthily and happily. Home is a trace of strictness left by my father.
Wherever I go, I always think of my warm home. I always miss my nagging grandmother, capable mother and strict father. Even if I go to the ends of the earth, home will always be my best destination.
My hometown is Shijiazhuang, Hebei Province. This time I went back to my hometown with my parents for the New Year.
Born in Jiangnan, I know nothing about the Spring Festival customs in my hometown. This time, it was an eye-opener. I also learned a few old-fashioned jingles to share with you: wife, don't be greedy, it's the New Year after Laba. After drinking Laba porridge for a few days, it will be twenty-three miles. Twenty-three honeydew melons are sticky, twenty-four days to clean the house, twenty-five days to paste windows, twenty-six days to stew meat, twenty-seven days to kill cocks, twenty-eight pieces of white flour, twenty-nine days to steam steamed buns, thirty nights to stay up all night, and on New Year's Day. How's it going? Isn't that interesting?
Years ago, every household was busy preparing for the Spring Festival. Sticking Spring Festival couplets is essential. Each family chooses a series of red Spring Festival couplets and sticks them on the gate. Red lanterns are hung high on both sides of their own gate. The word "Fu" should be pasted upside down at the gate, on the door and on the wall. The word "Fu", large and small, entrusts people with their wishes for a better and happier life, and also means "Fu is here, Fu is here".
According to my mother, when my grandmother was young, she had to cut window grilles and stick grilles. Mom said that grandma's hands are very clever, and she can cut out all kinds of beautiful patterns to decorate the window, which sets off the festive atmosphere. I really want to see my grandmother cut the window grilles!
On new year's eve, we will keep the old age. Old people keep their old age as "quitting the old age", which means cherishing time; Young people keep their age in order to prolong the life of their parents. At this time, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters are all sitting around the table. The table is full of rich dishes. Everyone eats, drinks and eats melon seeds, enjoys the Spring Festival Evening, and the whole family is happy. ...
At midnight, steaming jiaozi cooked and served. Jiaozi is a must-eat food during the Spring Festival in northern China, while jiaozi means "making friends when you are young", which means "making friends when you are young", and "making friends" is homophonic with "jiaozi", which means happy reunion and good luck. People put all kinds of auspicious things into jiaozi's stuffing, pinning their hopes for the new year. At this time, firecrackers exploded outside the house to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Through the glass window, colorful fireworks bloom in the night sky, dazzling. New Year's Eve is really beautiful!
I have a home with four rooms and two halls. Although my home is not luxurious, it is very warm. Everything in my home is full of opinions and ideas.
Walking past my door, I saw a clean and tidy living room, and the floor paved with many white tiles was white and shiny. A long wooden table clings tightly to the wall. A LCD curved TV stands on it, on which is a fluorescent wallpaper of stars that can shine at night. There is a coffee table in the middle with a thick crystal table cover. When the sun is shining, the golden light shines on the table, and the color is gorgeous and beautiful. The sofa is silver-gray and very soft. People sitting on it, just like in a sponge, are trapped directly in it, which is particularly comfortable.
Walking inside, the first room is my bedroom, with a light blue big bed in Zhang Yuanyuan in the middle and a pentagonal chandelier hanging on the roof. The color can be switched at will, the first time is ordinary white, the second time is dreamy purple, and the third time is light yellow. There is wallpaper in the room, but it is round fluorescent wallpaper. I especially like this room. Turn off the lights at night and the wallpaper in the whole room begins to glow. When I was lying in bed, the whole person was like being in an air cushion, looking at the wall with faint fluorescence, and walking was like playing with fireflies in the jungle. Out of the room, we went to the guest room, with white ordinary walls, which looked clean, relaxed and free. There is a desk between the two single beds, and the room faces north and south, which is ventilated and breathable. A medium-sized wardrobe holds clothes for guests. There is a bathroom with a silver shower hanging high on the wall and a small mirror standing on the white washstand, which makes people feel calm for no reason.
Out of the guest room, is the kitchen. It's clean, unlike other kitchens, but it's neat. Every time we finish eating, we clean up, so we guess it will be dawn. Pots are neatly placed on the counter, and there is a thick stack of recipes on the marble table. Very sweet.
My home is not as luxurious as the rich, but it is very comfortable. Although it is not unique, it is indeed a fusion of everyone's thoughts. My home is the most perfect home in my mind. A home without a home to beat.
500 words 4. We're moving.
My mother said to me, "Write this family down." I nodded my head.
This home, less than 50 square meters, is the house divided by my father's unit. I was born here and moved away before I was one year old. Three years ago, I moved back because that family was going to be demolished. The home is very small, with a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a narrow balcony, and almost everything is full of things. Fortunately, my mother works hard and cleans up every day, so as not to let garbage take the majority.
Actually, I never thought it was bad here, but it was a little small. I once said, "It's better to be smaller and feel safe." In fact, the so-called sense of security shows my weakness of timidity, which is not enough to laugh at. On entering the room, a small LCD TV hung on the wall, not afraid of jokes. In my home, there is no sofa, only a small sitting place, and half a wooden bed is covered with thick sheets.
Don't say my family is poor. My family is not poorer than those who live in big houses. That apartment has just been in trouble for a few years, and it has no place to live, and it doesn't want to rent a house (why should I live in someone else's house when I have a house), so I settled down. There is a row of flowers on the balcony, and you can see green in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The "big pole" (a kind of bug) I rushed over was packed in a plastic bottle, six or seven centimeters long and lived happily. In the corner of the living room, there is a not-so-small fish tank and a arhat fish, which is also very energetic. There are three people in my family talking and laughing every day, so comfortable.
I'm moving, but I still can't bear to part with it, because I won't live here anymore. Although the sparrow is small and complete, it has become synonymous with it. I don't remember much. I just want to say a few more words when it treats me well and is the place where I lived when I was born. It's kind of my memory of it.
When the sun goes down, the birds go home.
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In the evening, after class, I walked quietly on the road. I looked up and saw some stars in the dark night sky. I thought, what a beautiful starry sky! If only my parents were at home! Well, I was supposed to pick me up. ...
I walked aimlessly on the road, thinking silently. ...
My eyes lit up and I saw two familiar shadows in front. I narrowed my eyes carefully. It's nearby. It is my parents. They came to pick me up. I run happily. "Mom and Dad!" I cried with excitement. "Kid, you have the wrong person!" An aunt exclaimed in surprise. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, aunt, I'm sorry!" I said awkwardly, and my mood suddenly fell to the bottom. Plus, my aunt said, "My child, your parents are in such a hurry that you walk home alone after dark!" " My mood is worse than the bottom.
While pouting, I couldn't help kicking pebbles on the road. I really don't want to go home. What should I do? Mom and dad are not at home.
Walking on my way home, I hadn't eaten yet. I happened to see a mother nursing her baby. When the child finished eating the rice in his mouth, the mother's face showed a satisfied smile. How warm it is! But I walked alone on the road.
I sighed softly and walked to the door unconsciously. I slowly took out my key, opened the door and went in. I saw the room was dark, as if a black net was coming at me. When I turned on the light, I saw a note on the table, which read: Dear son, your father and I went out to do something temporarily. I'm really sorry that I didn't pick you up. Don't blame your parents. I'm really sorry. Love your mother!
I am ashamed to read this letter. I should not blame my parents. I have grown up, I should learn to be independent, and I should not let my parents worry about it any more. ...
I will never forget the feeling of going home this time. I want to write this memory in my notebook and cherish it forever. Before going to bed, I left a note for my parents, which read: Mom and Dad, I love you forever, love our home, and wish you happiness forever!
There are 6 families with 500 words, either in a prosperous big city or in a poor mountain village, but the feeling of home is the same for everyone.
Home is the home of love and the dessert of happiness. Some people say that it is better to have no home than to live in a shabby home. In fact, a person without a home is poor.
Just like rural people, although they live in a low-rise house, the house is full of affection, happiness, happiness and everything. Looking back at the "super rich" who are making money, are they happy? Do you think it makes sense to hold the money jar all day without love, and to be alone in guarding the empty house?
What is the meaning of home? Do you live in a tall building? No, there must be love and warmth. You can't just keep an empty room alone. It's not a home, it's a house. Even the rich can bear loneliness alone, let alone be a wanderer.
In fact, people who don't have a home also want to have a home. Yes, my home is great. My parents love me, my grandparents love me, and my brothers and sisters let me. There are too many reasons for not loving your family.
People who abandon their homes are more stupid. Are they wronged? Or are you tired of staying? Or did you do something bad? Think back about how much your parents have done for you, whose food you have eaten and whose clothes you have worn, and now you are "biting the hand that feeds you", which makes your parents very worried. "There is no limit to the sea of suffering, and turning back is the shore." Take my advice and go home. Go back to your happy home.
Writing here, my father came and brought me a big coat; My mother came and brought me a glass of milk. I can't help saying, "Home is nice."
I heard. Do you love home?
This Spring Festival, as in previous years, we set out for home on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.
In the morning, I get up at half past six. Before mom and dad woke up, I had to lie in bed and look at the white clouds in the sky outside the window, because I had a dream last night, in which I had arrived at my grandma's house and was having dinner with my grandparents! But my mother has a class today and can't leave until she finishes it. I have been sitting at the door armed to the teeth, looking at the clock and the door from time to time, lest my mother be late for class. Alas! I wish I could fly to grandma's house now.
Mom finally came back. I picked up my luggage, put on my schoolbag, opened the door and ran out. Because I can only go home once a year, I bring a lot of things and the trunk is full.
On New Year's Day, my grandparents took us door to door to pay New Year's greetings. I am both happy and a little disappointed, because the countdown started as soon as I got home, and I can only stay at home for another four days.
In four days, we should go. I looked at my grandparents, but I saw grandma's eyes were reddish, and tears swirled in her eyes, but they didn't flow out. I don't want to go because I am very happy with my grandparents. When I left, I reluctantly said goodbye to my grandparents and all the small animals that accompanied me these days. I also broke a branch from the small tree in front of my grandmother's door and held it in my hand, so that it could accompany me instead of my grandparents.
When I got on the bus, I turned around and saw my grandparents waving at the back until I couldn't see them. I held the twig tightly in my hand, and I couldn't help it any longer. Tears trickled down. Alas, it will be a year before you can come back again. ...
As soon as we left, the two of them were left in their hometown. Mom and dad have repeatedly persuaded them to live in the city, but they always say, "Nobody cares about apple trees, let's talk about it in a few years!" "
Grandparents, wait for me to go home as soon as possible.
Everyone comes from family, home, what is it?
What is home? Home is a place full of laughter. I remember once, when I came home from school, my family was laughing. As soon as I went in, the door opened and some flour fell out. It turns out that everyone is wrapping jiaozi, and some flour has fallen on me. Everyone's laughter is getting louder and louder. I immediately ran into the bathroom to take a bath. After taking a shower, I go to do my homework. My family is chatting and having a good time. Everyone is very happy. I finished it carefully and went out to play happily.
What is home? Home is a warm place. During the school exam, I was very nervous and unsure. When I got home from the exam, I thought about the score of that day's exam all night. The next day arrived, and I came to school in frustration. It was given to me when I started handing out papers. I got 79 points at first sight, and I got a score when I got home. The father was furious, and the mother whispered, "Forget it, the child is too young to be sensible!" " When my mother turned away, I said to her, "Mom, I will do well in the exam next time!" " ""well, don't make your father angry again! "
What is home? Home is a place where there are delicious meals cooked by my mother. Once, my mother cooked seafood, which was delicious and unforgettable!
What is home? Home is where people make mistakes and correct them. I remember once, when I did my homework for my family to check, it was all wrong. My parents taught me a lesson. Next time you finish, check yourself first, then check them. I was extremely happy when all my homework was finished correctly.
I love my family, because there are my relatives here, and it is full of love!
Family composition 500 words 9 family is like a vast sea, with a broad mind;
Home is like a quiet harbor, where a tired heart is parked;
Home is like the burning sun, giving without expecting anything in return;
Home is like a book, you need to open your heart and feel it with your heart.
At home, I am "the apple of my parents' eye" and I am afraid of flying. Because of the care of my parents, it gave me the warmth of love and made me have a wonderful and happy childhood.
I haven't traveled far, blaming my parents for not taking me out to see the beauty of the world. I complain why they don't have the good ability to make me live like a princess. But my parents didn't get angry. Instead, they bought a book "Around the World" from the bookstore and asked me to travel around the world in the book. My family is not rich, but I am never poor. During the Spring Festival, I still have new clothes and shoes. I didn't understand my parents' love and selfishness until I saw them wearing old clothes for the New Year.
When I am sick, my parents will take care of me by my side. I remember when I was young, I was hit by a car. There was nothing serious at first, but my parents were not at ease, so they left their work and sent me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Stay with me for four days. I blamed them for being hit by a car, but I was moved by my bloodshot eyes when I woke up.
On my birthday, they will make a table with my favorite dish. They once forgot my birthday because they were busy with work, and I blamed them. But do I remember their birthdays?
My parents have been paying for me, which makes me feel the most selfless true feelings in the world-affection.
Now I should also honor my parents, help them do some things to reduce their burdens, stay with them on their birthdays, and offer tea and ask questions when they are sick. Let their own efforts, together with their efforts, form a truly warm home. I don't want to leave myself the regret that "children want to raise and don't stay with their relatives"!
Home Composition 500 words 10 On a summer night under the moon, I found my heart's home.
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Someone asked, what is home? I told him that home is the harbor of love, and home is your eternal destination. ...
Wandering outside, the wanderer can't help homesick. "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." Being far away from home and staying alone in a foreign land will always be a bit strange. Imagine what it's like to be a stranger in a foreign land ... it's really unpleasant
Now, I should be regarded as a runaway! I really can't adapt to strangers, strange lifestyles and strange things here. Always "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." On the other side of the bright moon, will my family ... miss me You can only think in your head, but you can't achieve it all at once. Warm cartoon bed, spacious and comfortable room, refreshing lemon smell in the room ... Thinking about these, happiness will arise spontaneously. The corners of the mouth will rise slightly.
Open your arms, embrace the earth and breathe the air under the moon. It's so fresh. Twigs of thoughts turned into continuous tears, sliding down my cheeks. A cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. Cold and cool, only penetrated my heart.
I finally look forward to the day when I go home, and my heart is always a lot more practical. Looking at the dim light, I feel so warm, too. My mother's constant nagging and my father's caring eyes … I seem to have swam into the ocean of love and enjoyed endless love.
Home seems to be a tough root. When I left home, I felt like a duckweed without roots and helpless. ...
It's summer again, and I'm looking around for the smell of home. ...
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500 words 1 1 Love is the purest and warmest in the world. Love is selfless, and love is immortal. Love is a bright light that always shines on all of us and encourages us to move forward. There is a kind of love that affects your motivation when you fail, inspires you to continue your efforts when you succeed, urges you to make up for your mistakes when you make mistakes, and encourages you to cheer up when you give up. This kind of love is called parental love. We all grew up under the care of our parents. Parental love has long been integrated into daily life.
That day, I was doing my homework at my desk when I suddenly heard familiar footsteps coming towards me. Is it dad? Sure enough. He came to my desk and said only two words to me, "eyes." What do you mean "eyes"? Oh, it turned out that my father was reminding me to keep the correct sitting posture and keep my eyes one foot away from the desktop! I quickly stood up and kept the correct sitting position.
A few days ago, I caught a cold, but I never got well. Mother was very anxious when she learned about it. Mother said, "How did you get such a bad cold? How can I not protect my body? Hurry and find ways to get better soon! " I didn't know how to recover quickly, so my mother and I thought of a way together. What shall we do, thick clothes? Drink medicine? Drink more water? My mother gave me many "orders" in succession. I have no choice but to carry out these tasks one after another. Oh, don't tell me that after so much "busy work", my cold is much lighter. Thanks mom!
The love of parents is sacred. In life, there are many things saturated with parents' affection, which can never be written in one article. Let's be grateful and return this love!
Home composition 500 words 12 home. The wind is getting cold. The muddy air seems to be mixed with cinder, which makes me unable to see the road around.
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I don't know why, the smog is so serious these days that I haven't seen the shadow of the sun for a long time. Dark yellow clouds are much thicker than in the past, forcing people's eyes and making people breathless.
After the evening lessons, it was getting dark and there were only a few people in the street. I shook the heavy schoolbag on my shoulder and kicked the stone in the middle of the road.
There will be a physical education exam in one day, and the senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner. I've stayed up all night these days, and I'm tired physically and mentally, but I still can't get the teacher's smiling face. No, I was criticized by the physics teacher again today.
I really can't understand why the teacher always asks so much of us. Why are there all kinds of puzzling questions every day? Why does the teacher always scold us? At the thought of being wronged at school, I was so angry that I didn't even want to go home. I found a stool and sat down, my feet drooping and my soul was gone. There is only one way from school to home, but I can't find the exit. I looked around with searching eyes, but found nothing.
Go home. After a while, I found several shadows coming towards me in the distance, and I followed them in a daze. Suddenly, the horn sounded in the distance. I was suddenly surprised to find out how I was on my way home. In front of me are my parents.
When I got home, I looked at my parents' faces and tried to explain something. I opened my mouth, but said nothing. They are equally silent. My mother cooked the bone soup long before I finished school. I smelled the room and my tears fell. Dad wanted to say something, but his mother stopped him. My mother turned on the orange light and gave me a bowl of delicious broth. The warm lights scattered on the table make me feel very warm.
Home is my shelter from the wind, the comfort of my soul and a bright lamp. Go home when you are tired!
500 words 13 will be on holiday this Friday, and everyone is looking forward to it. Friday arrived, and early in the morning, everyone packed the classroom, reading loudly, such as countless bees flying in the classroom.
"Let's go!" When a person cries, his heart beats faster, because he is most afraid of getting carsick in a van, but he is a little excited at the thought of going home. The announcement suddenly said, "Please 144 line up and get ready to get on the bus." At this time, everyone rushed out of the classroom like a group of crazy cows and lined up. After a while, the teacher took us on the bus.
The car started and slowly headed for expressway. I looked out of the window, and the trees flashed before my eyes, like a green sea, and red and purple fish jumped out from time to time. Suddenly, I saw a grass growing on a big stone. Although its leaves are fragile, it stands upright on bare rocks. You can imagine how strong it is. It's a miracle that I didn't throw up when the station arrived gradually.
I got off and went to the station, so I bought a ticket. I went to the ticket office and said, "Aunt, I want to buy a ticket to Huangfangkou." "Go to Huangfangkou and go to East Station." My aunt said I was shy and confused. I came to the side of the road and saw a classmate and asked, "Hey, where are you going?" He looked at me for a while and said, "I'm going to the East Station." I said happily, "I'm going to East Station, too. Let's go together. " "Well, all right." He hesitated for a moment and said. After a while, the bus came and we got on. I heard that the one next to it seems to be going to the East Station. After a while, he went down and we followed him. At this time, my classmate said, "I remember, I know how to get there." Along the way, he kept complaining: "It's much closer to get off by sitting closer."
We went our separate ways when we arrived at the station. I got on the bus to Huangfangkou. After a while, the bus started. I looked out of the window and suddenly saw a train. It seems shy and swaying among the trees. ...
Time passed by, and finally it was time for me to go to Huangfangkou. I got off the bus and ran home excitedly.
Home composition 500 words 14, a familiar term, she is a safe haven in the hearts of many wanderers. As long as you want to go home, no matter how bad the external environment is, the inner world will collapse. The corners of the mouth will rise unconsciously, and the heart will warm up instantly.
I still remember a few years ago, when I was in primary school, I was a boarder and went home once a week. I can't remember the details clearly. I only remember that when I go home every Friday, my parents are busy in the kitchen, and then my parents will say in unison, "Come back! Wait a little longer and we'll have dinner. " This meal is really a big meal. At that time, I thought to myself: it's good to be at home. Eating so well every day makes me suffer at school. After dinner, I went to play with the children. At that time, I could feel that my parents wanted to spend more time with me and talk more about me, but I always felt that I had nothing to say to them. It doesn't matter. I was too young to understand my parents' bitter conscience. I regret it when I think about it now.
Later, I went home sick and found that my parents didn't eat so well every day. They even drank some porridge and didn't even cook. My heart is full of regrets, regretting why I can't be more considerate of my parents. As soon as my parents saw me, they asked, saying that they would make me something delicious. At that time, the inner remorse and physical discomfort suddenly surged up. Plop down in my mother's arms.
I miss being with my family now. My strict father, gentle mother, kind grandmother and my little self form a warm family. Although my home is not too big, it is enough to meet daily activities. Although my family is not rich enough, it is enough to provide a warm atmosphere; Although my home is not very beautiful, it is always the most beautiful in my heart. I love my small and warm home.
Family is composed of 500 words 15, which is a warm nest, a source of happiness and a paradise of freedom. ...
When you see those displaced people in the street, you will feel how happy it is to have a home! When you open the door, you will feel how convenient it is to have a home when a delicious dish smells! When your birthday is coming, when the family is sitting around a table chatting and eating birthday cake, you will feel how lucky you are to have a home!
The weekend is coming. After dinner, the family goes out for a walk. Walking on the tree-lined path, chatting with some interesting things that happened in school and life, and hearing a few hearty laughter from time to time. Aren't you happy to have a home? When the festival comes, the family stays at home and holds a small literary evening, making a guest appearance as a host or performer and enjoying the evening. Aren't you happy to have a home? In their spare time, the family went to the cinema to watch a light-hearted fool comedy. After that, they walked home and discussed the plot of the film with great interest. Aren't you happy to have a home?
After school, when you get home, throw away your schoolbag, stretch and even sing a few songs loudly, so you don't have to be so restrained as you are outside. Aren't you free at home? At home on weekends, playing records, you sing "Crazy" with a microphone, even if it is out of tune, no one laughs at you. Aren't you free at home? When I am bored, a person poses in various strange postures in front of the mirror, makes some strange expressions, and finishes all the expressions that I dare not express outside. Aren't you free at home?
You know, no matter what grievances we suffer outside, home will always be our safe haven. So, let's take care of our home together!