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I love my home

Family is the cradle where every child grows and where every child lives. harbor. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my home, a happy and warm home. My parents love me in every possible way, which makes me deeply appreciate the warmth of home. Whenever I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking delicious meals for me in the kitchen. My father sits beside me and studies with me. When I encounter a question that I don’t know, my father will patiently explain it to me. My mother is very helpful to me. She was very concerned about my studies. She was afraid that I would be tired from studying, so she tried her best to find ways to improve my nutrition. He boiled a cup of hot milk for me every morning, and always prepared recipes for me to cook.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy home. There is always a peaceful atmosphere in my house, and our family of three always gets along in harmony. Mom and Dad have a very good relationship and almost never quarrel. Dad talks very humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible child who is not willful and does not make my parents angry. If I get good grades in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite ice cream. Every time I pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know very well that my grades In addition to the teacher's contribution, my achievement is also inseparable from the training of my parents.

I love my family, a family that I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside, it is my parents who help me resolve difficulties and listen to me talk about my inner anguish. They teach me how to face life and face the facts; it is they who teach me that life will not be Everything is smooth sailing, but one must know how to face the challenges and tests of life.

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

I love my family

Everyone has a home, and everyone loves his 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 my parents and family environment. The saying "love grows over time" is absolutely true. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as you face it for a long time, you will develop deep feelings. Unknowingly, I have lived in my home for thirteen years. It has my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment, and has stored my stories for many years.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They talk and laugh every day. No matter how unhappy I am on the way home, as soon as I step into the house, my heart is like being It's as easy and free as letting go.

The environment in which I grew up has some aspects that make me happy and others that make me sad. In the whole house, my favorite room is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookcase, a dresser and a computer... I do my homework on the desk every day and sleep on the big bed. , sometimes when you are tired, just sit in front of the computer and relax, so that your brain can relax after working for a long time. When you have free time, you can browse the books on the bookcase. Everything in the room accompanies my happiness, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and colorful flowers in the garden. I also often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family, and every story in my family.

I love my home. Although my home is not big or gorgeous, it holds memories of my childhood.

I remember when I was a child, I did something in this small but warm home that I will never forget.

It was a cold winter, and I was shivering with cold. I sat alone on the sofa, wrapped in a thick quilt. Although I was wrapped in a quilt, I still felt cold. At this time, I saw it was snowing heavily on TV, and several people were sitting by the stove. It seemed that they were not cold at all. So I went out and got an iron basin and threw in a few matches. It was really warm, but it went out after a while.

The TV was burned with wood, so I went outside and brought in a few pieces of wood and lit it with matches, but the wood wouldn't burn. When I saw a piece of paper on the table, I grabbed it, lit it with a match and threw it into the iron basin. Sure enough, , the wood burned for a long time, "It's so warm..." I kept chanting in my mouth. My mother came back in the evening and asked: "Have you seen the piece of paper on my table?" I saw my mother's anxious look and said : "Isn't it just a piece of paper? Why are you so nervous? I cut it off;" Snap! ~A slap flew over, and I ran into the house and cried bitterly. After a while, my mother walked in and said to me: "Do you know that it is a certificate for your grandma to reimburse for medical expenses, and you can get more than 600 yuan? Look, now you have burned more than 600 yuan." I lost it, can I not be anxious? "When I heard that, I saw that more than 600 yuan was burned by me, and I felt even more uncomfortable. My mother also told me that the 600 yuan was enough for our family for a month. When I heard this , I really regret it. I regret that I should not have burned the piece of paper without seeing it clearly. I regret that I should not have followed the example on TV. Hey~! ! It's too late to regret now.

I love my warm home because it helps me remember a lot of interesting and sad things, and it makes me truly appreciate the kindness of my mother.

I love my family

When you open the door of my room, you will see a family photo hanging on the wall. The fat little boy in the middle is me. The one with curly hair on the left is my dad. This hair is not permed, but natural. On the right is my mother. She is wearing a pair of glasses and making a "yeah" gesture. Let me talk about my dad first. Not to mention that my dad looks a bit old, but he has been to many countries. My dad is also very good at English. He speaks English in meetings every day. My dad also loves sports. Whenever you have time, go to One Trillion Wade. If I had nothing to do at that time, my father would let me go swimming. We had fun competing in swimming, diving, holding our breath, etc. in the swimming pool. I love daddy. Speaking of my mother, there are only three words: so nagging. I really want my mother to shut up. Look, as soon as I got up in the morning, my mother said: "Get up quickly and have breakfast!" As soon as I got home, I heard my mother say: "Go and take a bath, your body is sticky." While doing homework, my mother said, " Sit up straight and write quickly!" I said before going to bed, "Go to bed quickly, I have to go to school tomorrow!" Alas, I can also hear my mother's nagging before going to bed. But my mother did this so that I would have good habits, so I wouldn’t feel annoyed. I love my mother. Finally, let’s talk about me. I am 10 years old this year. But 1.4 meters is not enough for me, and I am not 60 pounds. But I am very good at sports. I ran 20 meters in 8.3 seconds; even I could throw a sponge ball very far. So I fell in love with taking physical education classes. When it comes to class, my troubled mind also comes to mind. That is - writing essays. As soon as the teacher said he wanted to write a composition or practice writing, my head would get big. So each writing session takes at least two hours. This is me. Our home is happy and joyful. I love our whole family! 2. I love my family. I live in a warm family, consisting of my father, mother and me. My mother is of medium height and pretty. She is gentle and kind, with a happy smile on her face every day. "How could you get such a simple question wrong?" Do you want to know whose voice this is? Let me tell you, this is the voice of my stern father! My dad has been very demanding of me since I was a child. If I don’t do well in the exam, I will inevitably suffer a physical punishment! I am a lively and active little girl. My father always says that I can't sit still and runs away again before I even warm the chair. But I like reading. I just got a new book, and I won’t let it go easily unless I chew it all up at once! In my family, there is always some laughter, but there are also little quarrels. No, my mother and I started arguing over TV programs to watch.

"Mom, do I want to watch a cartoon!" "No - okay -! You can watch the cartoon later, wait until I finish watching this episode!" "No, I'll wait until you finish watching it. What are you watching?" "Then you can play the disc and watch it!" "No - it's not on the disc. Besides, this is the best episode!" "Well - I'll let you watch it after watching it! You must show it to me!” “OK!” I finally got the TV! In fact, a home is not good without sweetness, joy, and little quarrels. I love my home! 3. I love my family. Although there are three people in my family, they are also divided into different sizes. At home, my mother can control my father, I can command my mother, and my father can scold me. Dad>Me, Me>Mom, Mom>Dad, it becomes an inequality. Who cares who? I once "interviewed" my mother. "Why do you care about dad?" "Because your father often does wrong things and doesn't know how to eat when he is busy..." Dad cares about me, probably because I am disobedient sometimes. Why is this? I thought hard. I finally found out the answer: a person will definitely be subject to restrictions when living in the world, and there is no absolute freedom. Dad is very subjective. He doesn't know how to grow flowers, but he just gives directions blindly, which is a disservice. One afternoon, he was busy again. He brought a large bucket of water and poured it down without hesitation, until a good aloe vera tree was washed to pieces. When my mother came home and saw it, she looked at the rotten aloe vera with regret and distress, and said to her father: "Oh my, what happened? You destroyed an aloe vera tree." Not to be outdone, my father shouted "aggrieved" : "I water the aloe vera, so it grows faster!" "Are there any people who water flowers like you?" The two of them talked louder and louder. I didn't think it was good, and most likely they were going to "fire together", so I coughed hurriedly, Walked over slowly. At this time, I, a little person who was always being scolded, suddenly became a hundred times more valuable, as if I had become a judge. I said to my father slowly and calmly: "You are always busy doing things, which is not helpful." After hearing this, my father blew his beard and glared at me. "But, it's good if he can help water the flowers!" I turned to my mother again and said. The two of them were still a little unconvinced after hearing this, but they finally stopped arguing, and I breathed a sigh of relief. As a result, the "war" subsided and calm returned to the house - mother went to the kitchen to cook. "Ding ding dong dong", my father was still watering the flowers, "wow wah wah wah", I went to the back room to recite the English "jirgulu": forming a happy family symphony...flying out of the cabin, floating far, far away... … Our family life is like this, going on nervously, but without any lack of joy. Everyone in the family is like a match, contributing light and heat to the family.