1. An essay on the topic of going home
Home, a word that has been familiar to you since childhood, is a place that wanderers miss all the time. It is a place that makes you The harbor where we can dock at any time is an everlasting warm light that always makes us feel more comfortable.
I have never deliberately defined what is home, because I know very well that I have two homes, "big family" in Jiangsu, and "small family" in Shenzhen. I love both homes, but the meaning of love is different. The former is more like a hazy feeling, a vague sense of loss, which seems to stay in a corner of my heart forever, very eternal. The latter is a kind of ordinary warm and real feeling, a clear sense of solidity, which seems to be always in front of you, which is very comfortable.
I have not been back to you in the past few years. There are many reasons. I am always a little disappointed, because the solemnity and joy of the New Year can only be reflected in "you", which makes me happy even more intensely. So this year, when the New Year is approaching, what I want to say is: "Go home to celebrate the New Year, and go back to 'everyone' to celebrate the New Year!" It is sonorous, powerful, firm and real.
When I think back to the time when I went back to "everyone" to celebrate the New Year, I always have a very warm feeling and a lingering nostalgia. I was excited from the moment I boarded the train home. I happily looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, but the home in my heart never changed. The pure light snow, the biting cold wind, the vast sea, and the familiar smell of steamed buns always fill my brain and make me miss them endlessly. I miss the red color of the door couplets, the majestic crowing of roosters, the crackle of firecrackers, the relaxation and joy of the New Year, and the feeling of the New Year.
Why do I love to go back to celebrate the New Year with you more? Why do you like that place where you only stay for a dozen days every few years? I think because there are many of my beloved relatives there, I love to share the joy of the New Year with them, the warmth of family reunion, and the lasting and eternal love.
During the long-distance call, when I said "go home for the New Year", my grandma, who was over seventy years old, seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew that she would always be there. I know, as if I can still see the bright smile blooming on that loving face. 2. Write an essay on the topic of going home
Whenever I think about this incident, I feel both funny and regretful. Because of this incident, I became the "popular figure" in family jokes. main character"!
What happened is this. One day after school, I put the keys to my house in the pouch of my schoolbag as usual. At this time, I found a hole in the pouch, so I simply tied it with a rope. , and then hang it around your neck, everything is OK! I jumped up and down to go home. Along the way, the key was thrown around. I accidentally threw the key on my back. When I got home, I used to touch my neck for the keys. No, where did the keys "go" to? right! Was it supposed to be put in a bun just now? I put down my schoolbag and searched, but the key seemed to "evaporate" in the world and I couldn't find it. Bad! I suddenly realized that I had "lost" the key! Because there was a hole in the bag, I thought it must have been dropped on the road or placed on the desk at school. Let's go look for it. If I'm lucky, I should be able to find it. I didn't think much and ran to school. On the way, I looked almost everywhere where I might find the key, but I couldn't find it. So, with a glimmer of hope, I came to school and searched all the corridors and classrooms I walked through, but there was not even a sign of a key. I had no choice but to go home disappointed. As I walked, I thought: If I meet my father when I go back, I will definitely get scolded. Thinking and thinking, I unknowingly returned to the door of my house and bumped into someone. When I looked up, I saw it was my father. "Dad." I yelled instinctively, feeling a little panicked because I felt guilty. "What's wrong? You look lost." "No, it's nothing." I was still a little nervous and stuttered when I answered my father.
"Haha, it's okay. I just saw your schoolbag and red scarf at the door. I thought you were kidnapped! Why, where are you playing?"
I felt even more nervous. I was sweating profusely, and suddenly I felt something itching on my back, so I reached out to scratch it.
"Hey, what is it?" I took the "thing" off and took a look, ha! Isn't this the key I've been looking for so hard? It makes me angry and funny to think that I was so exhausted and scared that I ran to my back just now because of the key.
"Hey! Boy, if you haven't done your homework yet, why are you dazing over there?" Dad asked when he saw that I looked weird.
Forget it, why not tell Dad what happened just now. The key has been found anyway, so you don’t have to worry about being beaten. Thinking of this, I told Dad everything about the "situation" that just happened.
Instead of being angry, my father said with a smile: "I want to reward you!" "What! Did I hear you right? What reward is it?" Thinking of my father wanting to reward me, I felt It's delicious.
"You'll find out later. Just wait and see!" Dad said with a mysterious expression.
During dinner, my father announced my story to the whole family, which made everyone laugh. Grandpa said that I was riding a donkey and couldn’t find the donkey. Grandma said that I was just playing, too. Too careless.
My mother criticized me even more, telling me that this is the consequence of carelessness, warning me that I must get rid of this problem in the future, and asked me if I have confidence in this?
It turns out that this is the so-called reward that Dad said. Although I was a little embarrassed to make everyone laugh, I understood that everyone said that I was doing it for my own good, so I nodded with confidence. 3. A 600-word essay on the topic of going home
After school today, my classmate invited me to celebrate his birthday. I couldn’t bear to refuse, so I accepted the invitation.
It was getting dark, and we even wanted to fly home. I thought anxiously in my heart: "My parents are probably looking for me everywhere now anxiously." I quickly got it. When we got home, it was getting darker and darker. Only when we were walking halfway did I remember that there was an English class today. Alas, I skipped another class today. When I got home, I called my dad in a panic, and I didn’t know until I called him. , Dad has already called the head teacher, Mr. Li, and Dad said we will talk about it when we get home.
When my father arrived home, he started asking questions, and I answered nervously.
After eating, my mother came over. She looked at my playful smile and refused to answer properly. She went out and got a broom and came back and started asking questions. After asking, my mother said angrily: "Get down." "I hid far away, and my mother said angrily, "If I hit you this time, you will remember it. If I don't hit you, you won't remember it." I was not afraid, and finally my mother hit me a few times with a broom. After the beating, my mother said angrily: "Will you change it?" I said uneasily, "Mom, I will change it later." After saying that, my mother started crying. My father asked me to apologize to my mother. When I saw my mother crying, I started to cry too. While crying, I said: "Mom, I was wrong." After standing for a while, my mother said with tears on her face: "Go and do your homework quickly." When I got to the room, I heard my mother still crying.
I secretly made up my mind: "Dad, Mom, I will never dare to do this again. I will never turn a deaf ear to your words. Dad, Mom, I will never do this again. I really regret it." Going home late... 4. An essay for middle school students on the topic of "going home".
Going home is an attractive word and a warm association.
It affects people. It captures the dreams of countless wanderers. Just imagine how touching it is for the wanderers in the village under the setting sun to see their families. [Problem-solving process] Here are some wonderful ideas: 1. Fiction about going home. The story of a middle school student from a mountain village returning home illustrates the theme of poor children becoming masters early.
It was the weekend, and Wang Hui tightened his shoelaces and hit the road. The county middle school was not far from home, but it was all on mountain roads.
As Wang Hui hurried on, he was thinking about the lessons taught by the teacher this week. After returning home, his parents went to the field. Wang Hui chatted a few words about school with his paralyzed grandmother. He found that the water tank was empty, so he picked up a bucket and went to the village to fetch water.
Seeing that it was getting dark, they started cooking and feeding the animals. After his parents came back, they told Wang Hui to go to bed early because he would have to carry water to water the crops tomorrow morning and would have to work all day tomorrow.
? 2. Return Let’s make up a story starting from another meaning of going home - death.
? Grandma Wang opened her cloudy eyes and looked at the children and grandchildren surrounding the bed. Her sons are very promising and filial, and her grandchildren are also very sensible and never make her angry.
Grandma Wang feels that her life is worth living, and she has nothing to blame when she meets her ancestors and the old man in the underworld. The corners of her mouth moved, trying to smile.
Suddenly she clearly saw the old man waving to her. After she tried her best to say "I'm going home," she left with a smile. ?3. The Happy Yellow Handkerchief changes the perspective and expresses the tolerance of love through the thoughts of the prisoner Jack on his way home after being released from prison.
? I was sitting on the bus going home, thinking about the letter I wrote to my wife before my release: 'If you want me to go home, please tie a ginkgo tree on the tree in front of the door. Yellow handkerchief. 'I didn't write down what to do if you don't want to, because I have illusions in my heart.
However, thinking that I am now a prisoner who has completed my sentence, I become desperate again; my wife will not forgive me. The car was very close to home, and I had the urge to jump out of the car and run back.
Suddenly, I was shocked: Oh my god, there is a yellow handkerchief on the ginkgo tree in front of my house! ? Example 1: Soul Hunters in Mountains and Flowing Waters. Thousands of years of ancient customs will never forget them, blowing their spirits from distant antiquity to the modern world, giving people a spiritual feast, and history will not erase their names from the annals of history. It will use the spiritual destination of these two saints to show their hunter-like souls in mountains and rivers.
He is uninhibited, upright, and carefree. The image of a noble concubine holding an inkstone, a powerful man taking off his boots, and holding a spoon in his hand has long been a household name.
The anecdote that "there is room for horses to walk in front of the emperor's gate, but donkeys are not allowed to be ridden in Huayin County" has also been heard by the world. Once a song "Book of Scaring Barbarians" scared away tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Southern Barbarians.
He is not afraid of the powerful and makes me unhappy. His face is a testimony. He was open-minded to his friends, "The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me" is a true portrayal.
He just cries when he cries, and cries until he "sits in the nursing home and cries at the grave to go to the moon." However, such a talented and rare scholar met with obstacles in the Tang court.
He was dissatisfied with the intrigues and intrigues in the officialdom, and he couldn't stand Gao Lishi's flattering and ugly face. Pointing fingers. Yes, he couldn't let the emperor treat him as an actor, otherwise he would only become a royal scholar who only eats in corpse position and dances with ink.
How could this dark officialdom be his place? How could his wild personality be imprisoned in this small palace? So, he shouted: "Songs and cypresses are lonely and lonely, and it is hard to be like peach and plum blossoms. "I will die in a cage without asking for life in a golden cage."
This cry was suppressed in his heart for a long time. The release of his anger was a statement of his determination to stay away from the palace. So, Li Bai waved his sleeves and went to visit the mountains and rivers.
Perhaps, only the mountains and rivers can understand the poet's heart. The choice was correct, and he truly returned to his spiritual home. History would not let him down.
He would rather live in seclusion in the mountains than stay in the dark officialdom; he would rather resign. He did not want to give up for five pecks of rice before leaving the official position. He also dreamed of realizing his ambitions in the officialdom, but the reality was that he was greatly disappointed. How could a dignified county magistrate bow to a village boy? Under the official robe, in "Understanding the past, there is no need to admonish, and knowing that those who are coming can be chased."
The chanting of "I have actually lost my way is not far, I feel that what I am today is not what I was yesterday" was integrated into the deep mountains. From then on, he kept company with chrysanthemums and used flowers as friends, following him silently all day long. Rotating behind the chrysanthemum fence, he opened up the wilderness and kept his garden.
Tao Yuanming resolutely chose the path of seclusion and finally returned to his spiritual home. History is rolling forward in the waves, wind, frost, rain and snow. As time goes by, although these two men of letters have passed away for thousands of years, their ability to correctly choose their spiritual homes has been praised by generations.
Yes, it was the mountains and flowing water that made them hunters. Such quality and soul also created their spiritual home. Example 2 Spring and Autumn Home - Spring and Autumn Character Looking back at the Tang Dynasty, one's eyes are full of light, like a graceful and luxurious peony; looking back at the Song Dynasty, one's eyes are full of singing and dancing, and the garden is full of peace. The rouge and gouache are like an alluring rose; seeing the Qing Dynasty up close, the devastation and ruins on the ground are like a chrysanthemum that has been tempered by frost; only in the spring and autumn, the tinkling iron drums are all over the eyes. The warriors and horses, with their solemnity and pride, were like the iron-clad pine trees that were not afraid of the cold winter.
I thought: the people at that time must have been bold and tragic; The spirit must be arrogant and heroic. The heroic people and the heroic spirit, the tragic life and the heroic feats. I think this is the home of the people in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is the spirit of the Chinese nation that has lasted for thousands of years. Homeland.
Spring and Autumn Homeland - the spirit of the Spring and Autumn Period that shed tears and filled the chest with tears. The ancients said: "There are no righteous wars in the Spring and Autumn Period." , fighting, all just to satisfy the selfish desires of the princes. It is indeed undesirable to cause war in the world due to selfishness, but from a modern point of view, is it really because of them? The war has promoted the progress of history and promoted the inheritance of civilization.
The revelation of the warrior who can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger is the spirit of the Spring and Autumn Period; that one general's achievements will last forever. The bleakness of success and defeat of all people is the cold-blooded character of spring and autumn. The interweaving of cold and heat, blood. 5. An essay with the theme of going home (about 600 words)
Home is such a warm word. When I saw this title written by myself, the thought of going home kept flashing through my mind countless times. The joy when I got home and the reluctance when I left home suddenly came to my mind.
I am actually a very home-loving person. Every time I return to school, I am always the last one in our dormitory. At this time, my roommates will ask me why I come so late. I always find excuses to excuse myself. Over time, everyone got used to it and stopped asking. Going home is actually something worth looking forward to every time I go home. Damn, everything in the house has witnessed my beauty and pain, like the rings left when a tree grows, one after another, they are bigger than the other. , it will stir up ripples in my thoughts.
Every time I go home, all my unhappiness at school disappears. Going home can heal me and smooth away the pain in my heart. All this makes me deeply dependent on home. I can't even imagine how I would feel inside if I didn't go home for a month or a year?
Many people like to travel, because traveling makes people feel relaxed and happy, so in my heart, every time I go home, I am traveling, and it brings me a very relaxed and happy mood. I like this feeling very much and cherish this feeling very much.
In short, home is still the same, and the heartbeat of returning home will always remain the same...
Comments: Going home can enrich our stomachs and please our hearts. It is good to go home, for many students. , why don’t you go home often to see, sit, and chat... I think the most classic, chic, and unique words in your article are "Home remains the same, and the heartbeat of returning home will always remain the same..." …” 6. Write a long essay on the topic of going home (high school)
Going home (made purely by hand)
Most Chinese people don’t like to migrate, even in times of famine. In the 1970s, most people were content with their homeland and refused to leave. They preferred to eat Guanyin soil and wild vegetable bark every day for fear of losing their basic right to die in peace. However, there are exceptions. For example, returning home is what most people like.
On the early morning of January 12th, 2013
I went to school with my luggage that had been packed a few days ago but was not much. I finished the last class before the Spring Festival and met with all my classmates. After saying goodbye, we started to go to the station to wait for the time to board the train. The sleep the night before was not very solid. I haven't returned home for three years, and the colorful appearance of my hometown has been swirling in my mind, unstoppable, raging like a tsunami. Insomnia I felt pretty good at this time, but my eyes were a little swollen...
I arrived at the station at about one o'clock at noon. A drizzle was falling from the sky. Several temporary carports were set up in the square and there were crowds of people. It was so dark that I had never imagined that there were so many people living on this Heron Island. They all appeared in the blink of an eye, and it was so crowded that people could not breathe. Waiting signs leading to all parts of the country were sparsely hung on the On each pillar, the red letters on a white background were quite clear, allowing me to quickly find the location of the homecoming station. It seemed that there were many people anxious to go home. There were two "Z" shaped queues in front of them, and most of them People were queuing outside the waiting shed, letting the drizzle drizzle. Fortunately, Xiamen’s winter is not cold. The person in front of me was an uncle, who was thin and small but extremely strong. He refused to carry a heavy burden. Putting it down, the huge snakeskin bags on both ends of the pole kept swaying from side to side as the pole moved. It was as regular as a pendulum, so I had to dodge left and right. The uncle looked back for a few times, seeming surprised by my restless movement. Grinning, showing a mouth full of burnt-yellow teeth, and looking very tolerant. The team in front has not moved for a long time, and the clothes that took a long time to put together in the morning are no longer decent after being soaked by the drizzle. The "World Trade Mall" not far away was After being washed by the rain, it became even fresher. After looking at it a few more times, I suddenly felt a little attached to this city I have lived in for four or five years.
Finally, the entrance to the station was followed by the yelling and cursing of the ticket-cutter lady. After opening it, people poured in like being released from a concentration camp. The originally beautiful faces were all gone. The mixture of dialects and running sounds from all over the world made the crowd excited. The sounds of cursing in different accents filled the eardrums, which was amazing. The Chinese language is "broad and profound". I kept moving forward in a conscious and graceful manner, and arrived at the carriage smoothly. The train in front of me was obviously old, and it really made people suspect that it was just a bunch of broken tractors connected together: The leather on the seat turned over unceremoniously, revealing its yellow and black sponge. As soon as you sat down, some restless air squeezed out from the gap between the sponge and the leather, making an embarrassing "plop" sound. Most of the people returning home seemed to be moving, with large and small luggage and packages constantly stacked up, causing the overhead racks to make an overwhelmed sound from time to time. Some of the more popular people were pretending to be farewelling relatives and friends. They exchanged greetings, rolled their eyes with mostly white eyes, and looked around, with a sense of superiority beyond words. Some people with strong appetites could not wait to open the package. The content inside was extremely rich, including melon seeds, fruits, dried meats, and drinks. You could easily take out a snack. Put it into your mouth, obviously you exercise a lot on weekdays, the muscles of your mouth are very elastic, and the degree of opening of your mouth is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. When you open it, you can clearly see the thick tonsil glands or something in the pharynx. , it’s really spectacular.
Spending time on the train is always a headache, so I struck up a conversation with a middle-aged man who bought a short-distance station ticket, this brother named Zhang He is very knowledgeable and knows everything from the flying of Yang Liwei to the moving of ants under the wall of his house. He even knows the toilet in President Bush's house.
He seemed to be able to tell me exactly what brand he was talking about. When the conversation got interesting, he sat down unceremoniously and pushed me aside. After a while, he became deep and taciturn, which was really puzzling.
Xianji was bored and began to look around. Sitting opposite him was a couple in their forties. The man was smiling proudly, and the woman was happily nestled next to his shoulder. Her untied hair sat beside the man. The brand-new suit was rubbed back and forth, which really made people worry that the suit would pill prematurely. I vaguely heard the couple discussing the New Year expenses in dialect. The topic seemed to be controversial, so the man raised the decibel rate and yelled loudly, with a few drops of liveliness. The spittle flew lightly to my face... The woman was convinced, and the man was naturally very proud. In excitement, he fiddled with the strip tie tied around his neck, clearly revealing the trademark on the cuffs that had not yet been cut off.
The rolling wheels and rails repeated their impact in the same manner, making constant "clang, clang, clang, clang" sounds. It was dark outside the window. Most of the people on the car had fallen asleep. The man opposite was holding a book " "The King of Stories" was read with gusto, my eyelids gradually became heavy, and I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, the train had already entered my hometown. The carriage resumed its original noise. After decades After an hour of jolting, I finally arrived at G station. I thought: a small carriage is the "Teahouse" I saw, a microcosm of migrant workers returning home. They were both born as common people and lived in a foreign land. I feel a lot, and my mind is full of thoughts. The trip home once every three years is quite memorable, but I don’t know how obscure my writing is. I am afraid of forgetting it, so I remember it. 7. Write an essay on the topic of going home
Go home
He still remembers, twenty years ago, a large handful of banknotes, two pairs of rough hands, two haggard faces and a heart longing for the outside world. , so he chose the window, determined not to wander in the mountains...
Yes, he left the beautiful mountains and clear waters here, left the hard-working and simple villagers here, left his parents, and rushed outside the mountains—— That alluring brilliant light.
In fact, with his ability, he is fully capable of carving out his own path in life in the mountains. Opening mountains and planting trees can make him famous; the exotic flowers and fruits all over the mountains and plains can make him rich. But in his eyes, this place is barren, because his dream is not here, but outside the mountains.
Mountain, he discovered the world where dreams can fly, and was fascinated by the splendor and bustling lights outside. He thought, yes, he could carve out a world of his own here.
More than ten years have slipped through his fingers in the blink of an eye, and he has become a real boss through his continuous hard work. Wearing BMW clothes, sitting upright in a BMW sedan, with a few secretaries who are good at observing words and expressions, he was riding gracefully on the large and wide asphalt road, his face radiant.
But gradually, gradually, he began to be confused and overwhelmed by the colorful flashing neon lights. His heart began to feel an inexplicable emptiness. His head was also dizzy and he was a little tired of urban life. Huh? Oh, there are dense trees on the high mountains, fish swimming freely in the water, and beautiful and colorful blooming flowers in the green grass. The pictures of never caring emerged one after another in my heart, which was tired of intrigues, and actually wiped away some of the dust in my soul. He remembered the increasingly haggard faces of his parents before leaving, the calluses on their hands worn out by life, and the warnings from his parents before leaving: "If you don't want to stay outside anymore, let's go home, ah!" Silently! , silently, he sobbed.
There is a tree outside the window, and a bird's nest was built on the tree at some point. The birds flew away, looking back at the home they once lived in with nostalgia, and flew away with a few flutters. He cried again. Why didn't he miss his family, his parents and the mountains and rivers of his hometown? He seemed to see the light in his parents' dim eyes that wished him to return.
He decided to go home.
Home, a word that has been familiar to him since he was a child, is a place that wandering wanderers always miss, a harbor where you can dock at any time, and an everlasting light. The warm beacon always makes us feel more comfortable.
I have never deliberately defined what is home, because I know very well that I have two homes, "big family" in Jiangsu, and "small family" in Shenzhen. I love both homes, but the meaning of love is different. The former is more like a hazy feeling, a vague sense of loss, which seems to stay in a corner of my heart forever, very eternal. The latter is a kind of ordinary warm and real feeling, a clear sense of solidity, which seems to be always in front of you, which is very comfortable.
I have not been back to you in the past few years. There are many reasons. I am always a little disappointed, because the solemnity and joy of the New Year can only be reflected in "you", which makes me happy even more intensely. So this year, when the New Year is approaching, what I want to say is: "Go home to celebrate the New Year, and go back to 'everyone' to celebrate the New Year!" It is sonorous, powerful, firm and real.
Recalling the past visits to "everyone" to celebrate the New Year, I always have a very warm feeling and a lingering nostalgia. I was excited from the moment I boarded the train home. I happily looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, but the home in my heart never changed. The pure light snow, the biting cold wind, the vast sea, and the familiar smell of steamed buns always fill my brain and make me miss them endlessly. I miss the red color of the door couplets, the majestic crowing of roosters, the crackle of firecrackers, the relaxation and joy of the New Year, and the feeling of the New Year.
Why do I love to go back to celebrate the New Year with you more? Why do you like that place where you only stay for a dozen days every few years? I think because there are many of my beloved relatives there, I like to share the joy of the New Year with them, the warmth of family reunion, and the lasting and eternal love.
During the long-distance call, when I said "Go home for the New Year", my grandma, who was over seventy years old, seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew, always knew, and seemed to have seen that Zhang Ci's face burst into a bright smile.