No matter in study, work or life, everyone is inevitably exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my collection of home-based essays for your reference only. Let's have a look. Taking home as the topic of composition 1

Returning home is the happiest moment for everyone, and I am no exception.

I still remember that when I first entered the school, I cried and made a fuss, and I refused to go in. Finally, I was dragged into the campus. Everyone will not adapt to the new environment at first. At this moment, I think of home, the warm home with sofa and TV.

At noon, when I was having lunch, I walked into the "strange" restaurant. I saw the dishes in the dining basin that I didn't like (I was a very picky eater), and I didn't want to put them in my mouth. At this moment, I thought of home, the home where the table was full of delicious food.

In the evening, I ate a midnight snack in the dining room, drank hot milk, went into the dormitory, found my own bed, and lay on it. No matter how much the quilt was covered, I never felt warm. At this time, I thought of home, the warm home under the covers.

this situation has been developing until Friday.

after school, I was the first to rush out of the campus gate, found my mother and jumped on her. I wanted to cry, because I was about to return to my sofa and TV. The dining table is full of delicious food; The warm home lying under the covers.

Monday came again, and I went to school with expectations, still thinking about the arrival of the "sacred" "Friday"! Taking home as the topic of composition 2

My home is a harmonious home.

When you enter the gate, you will find a peaceful home; My sister is drawing, my brother is doing his homework, and my parents, one is working and the other is cooking. There are five people in our family, with three bedrooms and one living room. Well, it's quite big because it's in the morning.

At noon, it becomes lively. Many guests will come to buy things. One will buy beer, the other will buy bread, and the other will buy lollipops ... It is booming, so we have to watch.

In the afternoon, it was even calmer. The whole family got together and sat and laughed ... Suddenly, my father said, "Alas! There are so few guests today! " Mom also sighed. I asked my mother, "Why do you think there are so few guests?" "Look, there is a garden nearby. How beautiful it is!" "It's really beautiful." Dad said, "Let's go there and have a look."

In the garden, there are jasmine, daffodils, chrysanthemums and wintersweet ... Many flowers bloom in the garden, like greeting! I am so happy. Mom said, "Jia Qi! You see, such beautiful flowers, no wonder there are so many guests! " Dad smiled, too, and said that I would have a picnic at noon tomorrow. I am so happy!

This is my family, a harmonious family and an interesting family. Taking home as the topic of composition 3

Home is a warm haven, and my family has taken care of me since childhood.

One day after school, I was walking home alone. Suddenly, the sky was overcast and it began to rain. I was so scared that I opened my watch and wanted to make a phone call because I didn't have an umbrella. I didn't expect it to die. As a result, you can imagine that I was immersed in chicken soup.

When I got home, my busy mother in the kitchen saw that I was wet, so she put down her work in a hurry. It took me two hours to get dressed. When I got dressed in front of me, I quickly took a big towel to the toilet to help wipe my hair and face. I just picked up a mop and a hair dryer and scolded me while blowing: "I won't let go of your umbrella, what about you?" Enough trouble. "I bowed my head and said nothing.

From the living room, my father took out a bowl of ginger soup and said to me, "Drink it while it is hot." I took a sip. Really! Why is it so hot! "I cried. Mother said, "Bear with it and have something warm." Dad smiled and said, "Our daughter is so powerful. When I closed my eyes and drank, it was gone. "

after listening to this, I felt a warm current in my heart, thinking: when I got home, my parents immediately put down their work, because I didn't stop, and I even said thank you.

Thinking of this, I held my breath and said loudly, "Thank you, Mom and Dad!" Taking home as the topic of composition 4

There was a white thunderbolt in the sky, the rain was falling, the wind was blowing and the window was beating, which made people tremble.

Holding a test paper that didn't reach 8 points in my hand, I walked to the door of my house, hesitated, and finally stepped in. There were several dishes I liked to eat on the table. Although mom and dad were very busy, they also burned my favorite-scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

My sister was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand. My mother just came out of the kitchen. I took the test paper and gave it to my mother as usual.

"Ask your sister if you don't understand. Remember not to be careless next time and copy the wrong questions in your notebook." My mother didn't mean to hit me and scold me, but silently told me to eat.

eh? I got such a high salary after getting a 7-prefix exam. Is it a dream? I quickly pinched my thigh, which hurts!

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the thunderbolt in the air also stopped, turning into a gorgeous rainbow. Under the rainbow, a tree swaying with the wind, several birds are singing for this happy home.

Against the background of sunshine, my home seems more and more peaceful and harmonious. Every time I finish a delicious meal, I find a mat on the table, which says: being serious is an attitude. These characters give me great confidence in the review stage near the beginning of junior high school.

it's good to have a home! If I am a small sailboat, then home is a safe haven; If I am a bird, that house is a big tree; If I am a fish, then home is ... Taking home as the topic of composition 5

My home is a warm, peaceful and loving home.

I have a smiling, pink face. And a cherry mouth. A lively and cheerful little girl. I like playing badminton, kicking shuttlecock and speaking English. I often wear a croissant braid and my eyes are like sapphires.

My mother is hardworking, kind and amiable. A thick black hair, like a black waterfall, inclines down from the top of the head. Mother's eyes are big and full of spirits, and her pink face is really like a budding mountain flower.

Dad is tall, handsome, loving and funny. A few white hairs can be seen in the shiny black hair. Dad also likes playing badminton with me.

once, I jokingly asked my mother, "How much is: 1 plus 15?" Mother replied, "25." I said in succession, "36." Dad spoke and said, "47". I don't know how long this sentence has been going on. Another time, my mother read a joke and said to my father, "You are a pig". Dad said, "I am a pig." Mom said, "It's strange that you are a pig." Dad said, "I'm not a pig." My mother and I laughed and said in unison, "So you are a pig!" The family is beaming.

what a happy home! Because it is full of endless love. Laughter and laughter have become the main theme of our "love song", which makes the family atmosphere so harmonious, warm and enjoyable. Taking home as the topic of composition 6

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

Day after day, whenever the lights are on at sunset in the western hills, the rushing traffic and the hurried footsteps of pedestrians on the street all go in one direction-home.

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

My home is as common as thousands of homes in Qian Qian. More than 6 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. Taking home as the topic of composition 7

At home, my mother's footsteps are unique. My mother's footsteps are very light and fast, which contains my mother's endless concern for me.

I like listening to my mother's footsteps. When I was a child, my mother's footsteps always surprised me-books or other good things.

when I grow up, my study is also heavy. Whenever I study at my desk, my mother's footsteps are lighter, for fear of disturbing me. For me, no matter how subtle the sound is, it will affect me, but I always like to hear my mother's tiny footsteps, because as long as I hear her footsteps, it is like feeling her deep love and silent care for me.

When facing the exam, my mother is very strict with me. She always takes pains to teach me and help me with my study. Day after day, she gently pushes open my door every night, pulls the corner for me, then closes the door and slowly walks back to my room. I love listening to that step, as if I were afraid of accidentally waking up her beloved daughter's sweet dream.

Now that I have grown up, I am still a wayward child in my mother's eyes. When doing homework at night, my mother will quietly pour a glass of milk on the table; When I sleep, my mother will gently set the alarm clock for me, and the steps are gentle.

Mother's love is interpreted bit by bit in her gentle steps, and is seen by me, her daughter, and remembered at the same time.

mom, are you destined to work hard for me? Listening to your footsteps, which are no longer full of vitality, I am full of thoughts: Mom, when can I grow up and tuck your quilt corner quietly with gentle steps? Taking home as the topic of composition 8

Everyone has a warm and happy family. But for orphans who have lost their parents and are helpless, we should cherish the inexhaustible "happiness". A few things happened in my family, which made me enjoy the taste of happiness again and again.

Every morning, my mother gets up from the warm bed and prepares breakfast for our father and daughter. The delicious breakfast wakes me up from my dream. After breakfast, my father, who was going to work, sent me to school, and I had to watch me walk into the school gate before I could leave safely. Every afternoon, my busy father takes time to pick me up. At that time, I asked my father, "Dad, aren't you tired?" Dad said, "No matter how hard and tired I am, I will send my baby daughter home safely."

when I got home, my mother put plates of delicious food on the table, which really made my mouth water, and it was like silver falling into the river for nine days! We eat what you give me and I give you, among which my parents give me the most, and they are tender and fat, while my parents only give themselves the old and thin ones. My heart is warm. I used to complain that I was unhappy. Now I think I am the happiest and happiest child in the world!

No amount of money can buy happiness, so we should cherish the happiness, joy and warmth we have now. I love my happy family! Taking home as the topic of composition 9

Everyone has a dream about home, and different people have different ideas about such a dream. It can be said that different people have different homes.

I was lucky enough to read Anna and Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, and I saw all kinds of life from Russian aristocrats to ordinary people. It really can be said: "All happy families are the same, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." So, I think it is because of misfortune that people will build a dreamy, beautiful and warm home in their hearts.

My dream home is located in a dense jungle. Not far from the jungle, there is a pool of green water and a winding railway hovering in a corner of the mountain. Every morning, the warm sunshine shines on my face through the dense branches and leaves, which arouses my refreshing day. Then a dish of pickles, a bowl of porridge, a stone table, accompanied by the "bang" train sound, is my unique movement in the morning. I hold a brush in my hand and spill it on white rice paper. Every time I write, it is a quiet taste.

Some people say, "A cup of tea and a book are the whole of life." Actually, it is not. Both of them are alternative displays of peace of mind, and peace of mind is the best life. In a quiet environment, giving my heart an emptiness is my dream home. Some people also said, "The real quietness is that you still feel quiet even in a noisy city." I am a layman, so I am destined to seek a quiet environment to be quiet and empty.

the "dream" of home, the green leather train and a cabin are all of life. On the train at noon today, we went back to Taiyuan and got on the train. There were two children in the same sleeper with me. One of them was from Wuyi Road Primary School and the other was from Xindaojie Primary School. One of them was the same age as me and the other was two years younger than me. The three of us quickly became one. We played games in bed, and laughter spread throughout the carriage. Many people came to watch us play games.

when we arrived in Taiyuan, we were reluctant to part. If mom hadn't urged us, we would have gotten off the bus. At the exit, I saw my father pick us up. My father took my mother's bag, and we walked to the parking lot together. When we got home, my elder sister-in-law cooked the meal, but I didn't want to eat anything. I took out my presents and gave them one by one. They were very happy.

I'm finally home. I'm still at home. I'm free. I can do whatever I want. I feel very comfortable sleeping in my own cot. Taking home as the topic of composition 11

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 emotion; Home is the birthplace of each of us; Home is a fertile land and the foundation for our growth. In the days at home, I regard day and night as the destination of my soul, and in the days at home, my visual moment is updated.

Home didn't teach me how to be wise, but taught me how to love. Love is a kind of spiritual thing to maintain home. Only when we have this spiritual thing can we feel the warmth brought by home. Every time I think of home, the sadness caused by the depressed enthusiasm is quietly diluted, and even a brand-new self can be returned, 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 its reason 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. And since