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Home, a place to warm your life

Time: 2015-05-05 Source: Shadow of the Wind Edit : Meeting of Resentment Reading: Times

Looking at the figures on the screen eager to go home and rush to their hometown, it was a very common public service advertisement, but it deeply moved my heart and moved me. It seemed that my eyes were wet and my heart was melted. It's warm and warm.

Because of an affectionate embrace, because of a tearful greeting, because of a hometown food, because of a petting smile, those who keep walking in the wind and rain, those hearts that return home, and those who are in a hurry, Those feelings with a year's harvest to be told to their loved ones are rushing at this moment for that deep attachment. Yeah, no matter where they go, the Spring Festival must be home. Looking at the smiling faces that quickly entered the house made me even more emotional. I can't help but look around. What is the concept of home?

Someone has made the metaphor of home a haven, the metaphor of a spiritual habitat, the metaphor of a big tree, and the metaphor of a place where loved ones get together. No matter where people are, as long as they go home, they are hiding in a haven, resting in a habitat, nestling under a tree, and reuniting with their loved ones. I think that home may be such a warm arm, giving warmth to the people who travel to other countries at any time, lovingly surrounding them, sheltering them from the wind and rain.

It seems that I have never been away from home since my childhood. Unlike the two brothers, they cut in line, worked, went north and south, and went to many places. I'm like a house girl. The longest time to leave home is less than a month. Even if I'm on a business trip, I must be homesick in less than a week. When I ’m not married, I miss my parents, the big yellow cat in my house, the clean and tidy walls of my house, and my pile of books; I ’m married, I have a son, and I ’ll add more right after a few days of business. The other half is concerned about the new life. When the busy, old, young, and small, struggled with the pressure of work at the workplace, the business trip naturally fell in love with the rice, rice, salt, vinegar tea at home, and there was no shortage of anything.

Home, to me is indeed a haven. People walking in the red dust will inevitably encounter some troubles and troubles, and home is the best and safest place to talk about. Talk to your parents when you are younger, talk to the other half of my family when you are older, and then talk to your son when you are an adult. Everything is so natural. Those warm greetings are soothing and the mind is interacting. China is more mature, these are the warmth that my home gives me.

Most of us have ordinary days, ordinary posts, ordinary lives, but when we look back, we also find that all our efforts are to make our home warmer, warmer and more harmonious. Get happiness in ordinary, create a warm environment in ordinary, have warm and warm loved ones in ordinary, make yourself a dependency in ordinary. Such an ordinary person is actually very satisfied. Because of our efforts, we can build such a safe harbor. In my ordinary life, I have relied on my own efforts to build an extraordinary place. Do you want to thank God, or do you want to thank the extraordinary self for creating such an extraordinary harbor? I think so.

Flocked home, everything I can remember.

There are endless hills and big poplar trees standing in the clouds; there are streams flowing with little fish jumping; there are picturesque and elegant lotus ponds; there are soft branches and beautiful figures Heliu; there are dazzling and beautiful flowers that dress up in the wilderness; there are ping-pong games that gather noisy roads.

Maintaining the home, what's there?

There is the hand of holding hands, the long journey of the old man with bald heads; there is the responsibility of treating each other sincerely and maintaining a lifetime; there is the virtue of inheriting the teachings of China and Tundun, and the culture that is passed down from generation to generation.

Everything there maintains the beauty of the home, everything there builds a safe shelter, which is our life's support and care.

Home, my harbor is inclusive, and it is also a place to warm my life.

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