Write a 300-word Chinese composition with a happy family as the theme.

Sooner or later, the ocean-going ship will sail back to a calm harbor to refuel, repair, load and unload and meet its maiden voyage. Sooner or later, children who leave home will return to the warm family to eat, rest, add clothes and reduce clothes to welcome the new dawn. Home is a warm harbor. Although this harbor is small, it has a broad family relationship. They shared their success and smiled with me. I will tell him without hesitation: "Home is the warmest." He makes me intoxicated and proud.

"Have a meal!" The words sound just fell and a woman in her forties came out of the kitchen. That's my mother. When I was sick, the scene of her caring and taking soup and medicine was still clearly reflected in my mind. I remember getting sick once. When my mother found out, she immediately went downstairs to buy medicine for me. But "the weather is not beautiful." Shortly after she went out, it began to rain cats and dogs, and suddenly I found my mother. Mom just got home. I saw her soaking wet. But my mother quickly went to the kitchen to decoct medicine for me. Seeing that I had taken the medicine, her mouth smiled. But my mother caught a cold for me. Tears welled up in my eyes with shame. At this time, I deeply felt the warmth of home.

My father is also in his forties. Although he is a man of few words, I feel a warm force from him. He is busy working for this family every day. Whenever I encounter difficulties, he always gives me confidence and makes me try to overcome them. Therefore, he became my spiritual pillar, which made me grow up healthily.

This middle school student in school uniform is my sister. Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, she always takes pains to explain to me and make me progress.

As for me, my academic performance is excellent. I help with housework as soon as I have time. I often peel some fresh fruits for my family to eat, which makes them feel gratified.

In the evening, my family always drinks tea together, watches TV programs and plays a few jokes from time to time, which makes my family full of laughter.

This is my family. She is full of laughter all the time. In this family, I keep making progress and growing.

Mid-autumn festival reunion dinner

Mid-Autumn Festival is an ancient festival in China, and it is a good day for people to enjoy the moon and get together. On this day, there are few clouds and the moon is particularly round. People get together and have a happy reunion dinner.

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again. This day is not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also the day when my uncle's new building was built. What a double happiness! My uncle will have a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner together in the evening.

There is a full moon embedded in the night sky, like a big jade plate. The moonlight is bright and bright. What a beautiful moon! Looking at it, I suddenly remembered the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. I seemed to see Chang 'e holding a snow-white jade rabbit and waving to us in the bright moonlight ... Suddenly, a song-"Shuidiao" echoed in my ears, and the song was melodious and euphemistic: people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time, and the journey of a thousand miles will never leave their ancestors.

In the hotel, there is this beautiful song, which makes the atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival more intense. I saw my uncle and aunt entertaining guests, and my cousin who should have gone to work came back from the company. My grandparents are chatting happily with others. They are extremely happy. The whole scene makes people feel very warm. They all called us to sit down when they saw us coming. I seldom see some brothers and sisters a few times a year. We met this time. "Long time no see, how have you been recently? Did you miss me ... "My cousin has been asking questions. Having said that, grandpa asked me again, "Do you study well? Did you win the first prize? " Come and play after the holiday! "The kind words of my loved ones make me feel warm." It's good to have a family! I thought to myself. After a while, most of the guests arrived and began to serve. Delicious food was served in plates. Sometimes, my mother will help me wash the dishes, sometimes my cousin will help me pour drinks, and so will my grandmother ... From these delicious foods, I have enjoyed the warmth of my family. At this time, my uncle and cousin came over with a glass of wine and insisted on meeting. After saying a blessing, everyone praised him for his good capacity for drinking. It's dad's turn to drink. Dad is not good at drinking at all. At first, he refused to drink, but in the end he was forced to drink. Yes, just after drinking, his face turned red, just like a monkey, which made us laugh. ...

After the reunion dinner, I walked out of the hotel and looked up at the night sky. The moon is still bright. I think: I wonder if the wanderers in the world are also gathering with their loved ones at this moment? I wish them an early reunion with their families and a happy family.

home

There is always a place in the world that gives us shelter in the storm and comforts us when our hearts are exhausted. Our bodies and souls always need such a place to rest, and this is home.

Day after day, at sunset, the lights are on, the streets are full of water, and pedestrians are heading in one direction-home.

People who have no home will never have a sense of belonging, just like floating clouds forever. However, home is not only a square room, but also a beautiful and luxurious arrangement. The most important element that constitutes a home is our feelings, and we manage it with our heart. Because of this feeling of concern, we feel warm and relaxed. Because of love, so care, because of love, so miss.

My home is as ordinary as thousands of families in Qian Qian. The building of more than 60 square meters, without gorgeous and elegant furnishings and gorgeous decoration, is full of love between husband and wife and mother in a narrow space. These overflowing feelings are enough for me.

Home, our home. The warm home that we all long for.

Home is a pair of slippers handed by my lover when I return; Home is the smiling face of children jumping into their arms; Home is a steaming piece of rice on the dining table; Home is a sweet double bed under the bedside lamp. ...

Home is a deep language of love; Home is nagging; Home is a trivial day that turns over page by page; Home is a string of red peppers hanging under the eaves.

Home is a harbor for berthing; Home is a rest stop; Home is the most practical support when sleeping; Home is my husband's rude words-a place where you don't have to hold your fart. ...

There are so many annotations in my dictionary.

I love our ordinary family, reveling in its warmth and happiness, content and grateful.

However, I never thought that one day I would have a home outside my home.

Everything is because of a casual click on the internet. Since then, "adding fragrance to tea" has become my new home, and blogs and collections have become my spiritual home. Just like an ugly little girl suddenly saw a dress decorated with lace, I was at a loss and couldn't have that kind of beautiful joy. I decorate it with fragrant ink pages and love it with infinite tenderness. ...

Every morning, I will open the door of my new home in a hurry to see what new guests have come and what new works are there. I will read my friends' words, reply to their comments and greetings, convey their feelings and friendship, and be filled with joy and comfort.

Sitting alone in front of the screen in the quiet night, sipping a cup of incense, reading a short article, chatting with friends, and reciting poems with literary friends, the feeling of home is warm enough, and I often get carried away, indulging in this home far from home and ignoring the real home, which makes my husband unhappy and my son dissatisfied.

This home away from home is my kingdom of thought. Here, I can get rid of the fetters of the world and let my thoughts fly freely. You can also take it lightly and forget that flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. You always try to pour a thing, a scene and a mood into your pen. Although I can't express it in words, I am still stubborn and full of enthusiasm.

It is happy to have a warm and beautiful home. It is fortunate to have a harbor where the mind can rest and swim.

Tea makes my home outside. I love my home, and I like my home outside.

home

Home is the foundation of our growth. Home is an endless book, a poem full of good wishes, a warm and moving song, and a full-bodied wine. Home is so plain and charming. Home is our safe haven, which brings us warmth and happiness and accompanies us to grow up.

I love my family! Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years, where my beloved parents and stories of many years are stored.

In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf and a computer in the room. I do my homework on my desk and sleep on the big bed every day. 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 I have time, I read in the bookcase. Every toy in the room is accompanied by my growing joy and anger.

Everyone has a home, and animals are no exception. Tall trees are home to birds, wet soil is home to flowers, green lotus leaves are home to frogs, clear streams are home to fish and tadpoles, and green grass is home to insects.

Some rich big bosses, entrepreneurs, have luxury houses, cars, money, power and influence. People always envy them. But they are not happy, because these people are busy with their careers and forget their homes. Taking care of their families, they think they will lose their property. When they returned to their mansion, they were only faced with an empty wall. They have nothing and are very lonely.

What is home?

In fact, home is a house with people and love. A home without love, however luxurious, is desolate. A loving home, no matter how narrow, makes people feel warm. Home carries the dream of everyone in the family, through thick and thin. Everyone's home is a roof made of faith, a solid outer wall and furniture that they love to make.

Happiness comes from having a home, no matter how shabby it is, but this is the real happiness.

I love my family.

Home is like an endless topic, trickling through the tips of many literati.

I remember writing about home many times at school. My home reposes my homesickness and feelings. Home is the birthplace of each of us; Home is a fertile soil, which is the foundation of our growth. At home, I regard day and night as the destination of my soul. At home, my vision is always updated.

Home didn't teach me how to be wise, but it taught me how to love. Love is a spiritual thing to protect my home. With this spiritual thing, we can feel the warmth brought by home. Every time I think of home, the sadness caused by low enthusiasm is quietly diluted, and I can even return to a brand-new self, which is attributed to the role of the concept of home echoing in my mind. The composition of every home may be a gift from God.

Home is a warm word for all of us. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been corresponding vagrancy, but the end point of vagrancy is to find the paradise of one's soul-home.

In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most of his hometown-Du Ying. Therefore, no matter how much suffering, he can wear a high crown, hold a sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Du Ying was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew that there was no home in the world and he went to another place farther away.

No wonder some people say that "when we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow is holding the green horse back." Li Bai, no matter how elegant, will "dive back and suddenly think of his hometown"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a river flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of a comfortable seat in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era, perhaps because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, wandered under the ancient sunset road in the mountains, but how could they not remember that beauty when they saw the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or the wisps of smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye? Where is the twilight village pass, there is sad fog on the river waves!

Even in peaceful and quiet times, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is really beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, and my brothers and sisters live in harmony ..." Beijingers in new york tells the overseas Chinese's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. In Time Like Water, Huang Lei's home is the unique rhyme of Jiangnan water town and the taste of Grandpa Qi's book.

At our age, we have a more different view of home. We want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live in it. Who will walk with me in the distance in the clouds and stay near the sun, can ignore the secular noise and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children think so, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their old home and future home together.

Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.