What is home?
Some people say that the home is the hot porridge of the kitchen in the early morning. The home is supported by the lake at dusk. The home is a raincoat, it is in the wind, and it is also in the rain.
It is also said that the home is the nest of tired birds; it is the harbor sheltering from the wind; it is the vinegar and oil vinegar tea.
If you ask me, I will say:
Home is home, and "home" is the word that surrounds us all our lives.
Home, is the day
When the night fell, I ran outside for a day, dragging my tired body into the house.
Seeing the bright lights in the room gives a feeling of safety and warmth.
Looking at the family's friendly smile, smelling the smell of food, just like the saying of the Seven Fairies: "There is more happiness in the world."
Rough tea, sweet and sour, simple, ordinary days!
This is home: have your closest parents, your favorite children, and your dear companion who has the best youth to accompany you.
The family is happy and lived together.
Home, is deeply concerned
He Zhizhang wrote in the "Returning Hometown Evening Book": "Small and small, the boss is back home, and the local sound has not changed."
Home is our eternal root. No matter how far we go, even if it is the corner of the sea, we can’t get out of it.
Because there is a home, because of the deep concern, life will not wither because of no roots.
It is also because of the family that there is such a deep concern that life will be completed.
Home, a friend who is silently accompanied
A rich man was drunk outside his villa, and the security guard raised him and said, "Sir, I will help you go home!"
The rich man asked the security guard: "Home? Where is my home? Can you help me get back home?"
The security guard was puzzled and pointed to the villa not far away and said, "Is that not your home?"
The rich man pointed to his own heart and nest, and pointed to the villa not far away, and said intermittently: "That, that is not my home, it is just my house."
The home is not a cold house, not a space where things are piled up.
Home is the place where you can be healed by injuries. It is a place where you don't have to be restrained and don't have to be afraid. It is a place where you can cry and indulge.
Even if the wind outside the door is cold, push the door open, but it is a spring breeze.
Home, is a landscape that will never be seen
Xin Qiji wrote in "Qing Ping Le":
In the middle of the cow, the peas are in the east, and the children are weaving the chicken cage.
Most like the children are dying, Xitou is peeling the lotus.
Home is a place full of affection. It is sometimes in the bamboo shack, sometimes in the Gaowu Huatang, and sometimes in the homeless crowd.
Even if it is so dull, you can look at the smiles of your loved ones and you will never lose sight of it.
At home, Bao Gaitou covered the cold wind and cold rain outside. The horizontal and the three squats are the expectations of the family. The two outwards are the look of the people outside, and a vertical hook fastens the whole family. together.
Dear friend, may you have the happiest home.
No matter the size, rich or poor, it is the place that makes you feel most comfortable.