Narrative composition of senior two: a composition with the theme of home.

Home is a warm harbor, which gives us warmth and lets us dock. Not everyone has a happy and warm home, but everyone will have a spiritual home. In this family, there is the truest us. Maybe it will change with our age, but what remains unchanged is that it will always be the destination in our hearts.

The home of the soul, it will automatically beautify according to different moods. When you meet something that bothers you, you will feel very comfortable when you come; When you meet something that makes you depressed and come here, you will feel that everything is full of hope; When you meet something that makes you happy, when you come, you will feel how beautiful everything is ... the home of the soul, which can heal the trauma of your heart and soothe your impetuous heart. When you leave home, you will become relaxed and happy, as if all your troubles are far away from you.

My spiritual home is the piano. It is an art, and it can also purify my mind.

When I was a child, whenever I saw a pair of small hands jumping freely on the black and white keys and playing beautiful music, I couldn't help but feel heartache. After all, I am still young. Although I don't know how to soothe my soul with this elegant instrument, and I don't know what impact it will have on my life, I only know that it is my forever good friend and can accompany me through happy times or frustrated moments.

Now, I am not that confused child, I am a junior high school student who has begun to have his own thoughts and feelings. As I grow older, the reality challenges me more and more, and I grow up under pressure. I have experienced everything since I was a child. Whenever, I can be divorced from reality and enter my inner home. For me, this home can let me relax, see all kinds of things and continue to be a sunny girl.

I have been learning the piano for eight years now, and I can use it to play the spark that my heart sparks every time. Therefore, this home has become more beautiful. In this family, I can not only get happiness, but also squander my emotions. All kinds of gorgeous music reverberate in my home, which can also make me fall asleep or fly: moonlight can make me calm down and think, and sadness can light the lamp of hope in my heart. ...

In the future, I will step into a complex society. At that time, everyone was a competitor, and not many people would help themselves, because each had its own way to go. Maybe I won't have much time to walk into this spiritual home, but I will spend more time to see it, because I know that only it is my most sincere friend.

The home of the soul will change at any time because of you. It records every bit for you.

I want to be a bright flower and sing in my home.

I would like to be a lively fish, wandering in my heart's home,

I want to be a happy bird, flying in my home.

A composition with the theme of home.

"Innovation" of Fish

Bye-bye, I twisted my body hard and looked back at this "hometown" where I was born and raised. However, I hate it here. I lost my closest relatives and friends here, but I am not a good fish. I'm against the secular will. I want to be a fish on land! I will use my own strength to go on. The fin next to me is my motivation, and the bulging cheeks are the source of my breath!

Although I am rebellious and want to leave the place where my ancestors lived, I don't want to repeat your mistakes. I don't want to be choked to death by industrial sewage or smoked to death by smoke. I want to find a clear water and soil, a green sandbar, with firm belief and desire for life, I crawl forward. ...

Tears of mice

It is another sunny morning. I get up early. Today is the Children's Day of mankind. My mother said she could hang out with me. I am excited to take care of my beard and hair, hold my mother's hand and lift my face, dreaming of today's "trip".

My mother and I quickly crossed the railing, crossed the waterway and arrived at the meeting place in an instant. The wind in early summer blows on my face, accompanied by warm sunshine, which is really pleasant.

We hid in the grass, fascinated by the lovely and lively dance of human children ... I stared at it blankly, completely unaware that my mother was not around, and I panicked ... Shouting everywhere, looking everywhere ... The crowd of onlookers attracted me. I took a curious look, but I was shocked. My mother was lying in a pool of blood, and her mouth seemed to be saying something about life ... Please forgive me ... Mom, I can't save you ... It was transmitted through my ears. It's a pity ... the man shook his head and left. I hid in the haystack and cried. When the crowd dispersed, I rushed to my mother ... what a pity. ...

Good night, Haggard. ...

Intimate/intimate/intimate friends

I walked alone on the side of the road and thought I was an orphan. What a ridiculous thing it is. Now I realize the ugliness of human nature. One day, you will pay a painful price for this traffic injury and smoky society!

Hey! What are the luminous patches on this road? I took a closer look and realized that it was a falling fish scale. Out of curiosity, I groped along the scales.

Finally saw the dying fish brother. What can be used to describe him? It's no exaggeration to be black and blue! I don't know what belief has kept him going until now. Anyway, I carried him back.

He slept for days and nights, and I almost thought he was dead, but thanks to my careful care, he gradually got better. He told his story and knew that his time was running out. He said that he hoped to be a fish in his next life, a free fish in an oasis.

I tremble for it, human, our experience is a mirror, borrow it or not!

Brother Fish said that after his death, his skeleton would become a road sign to guide the second fish walking on the shore.

I feel the corner of my eye, moist ... myth? Legend?

A composition with the theme of home.

The spiritual home in the ruins holds up a sky.

The blue sky that once belonged to you.

You sit quietly in the classroom and wait for the teacher to come to class. With a smile on her lips, she heard that I got full marks again. You look up at the window, and your home is as quiet and peaceful as before.

Everything that happened suddenly, you didn't have time to react. The world is getting darker and darker, and disaster is coming.

Home is close at hand, as if it were far apart. The sky above Wenchuan is a faint thin cloud, reflecting a broken ruin. The home that was once full of flowers and vitality vanished at that moment. Darkness enveloped this quiet home in the past. You gently lift your finger and touch the cold wall. Immediately, the pain hit, and the thick concrete slab made you breathless. Pain is accompanied by fear, and fear comes from inner fear. You call softly and the answer is silence. You murmured in tears, "Dad, Mom, I'm so scared." The lingering fear is everywhere.

When you think back, your memory gradually becomes clear. The sun overflowed and Wenchuan was bathed in soft light. Not far from the mountain, the green is dripping; By the Minjiang River, the stream is endless. Women in A Qiang are walking slowly on the bluestone road with water in their hands. In this ancient Qiang village, there are faint stone roads and pale yellow earth houses. Looking up, there are high mountains and canyons, with peaks and peaks. Home, so beautiful and harmonious.

A shock interrupted the memory of this beautiful home, and the mud and stone collapsed again. You covered your head and gasped. I'm not desperate to think: I'm afraid I'll sleep here forever. But you soon thought of that beautiful home. You said, I don't want to give up, my home, my parents, and the yellow land here.

The peaceful home of material construction has indeed turned into ruins, but the spiritual home is still there. Hold up countless fragile hearts. Your eyes are closed, although there are still silent shouts around, and it is the darkness of fear. You have no tears, because in your heart, there is no collapsed pure land. You said: I want to be strong.

Faith, true faith holds up a sky. There are more people fighting against fate in the dark, and more people are desperate to rescue. You believe that someone will help you, "Hua Hua ..." You vaguely hear the sound of turning pages. You smiled happily. This must be the girl who loves reading in the class. This little voice aroused your determination not to give up.

Outside the ruins, it was dark. In the ruins, it is still as black as ink. You are fighting death, you don't give up, you don't give up your parents who love you, you don't give up your beloved land. Your spiritual home still stands. Your faith holds up a blue sky that belongs to you. Where are the others? Also created the miracle of life with firm belief.

In the darkness of ruins, time seems to have stopped. But your breath is getting weaker and weaker, and you clench your fist. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the earth, there is also a ray of light in the darkness of the ruins.

"Come on, there are still surviving children here."

Footsteps, voices, gradually blurred. ...

Opening your eyes is the long-awaited sunshine. A clean and quiet room. Your heart gradually calmed down, and the blue sky outside the window was exceptionally bright and high. Think quietly: God bless China. I can be lucky to live, and more people will fight against fate. As long as there is hope, our home will be rebuilt, yes. A beautiful home in the future emerges in your mind.

You overcome difficulties and stick to your spiritual home. It is with this belief that the people of China can survive the earthquake. The sky was shaken, but more people stood up and propped up a sky.

Ruins can't hide hope, and they can't hide their homes.