Every child has a home, and the home is very big. My family lives in the fire brigade. There are three people in my family.

My father looks like an elephant. When he is angry, he is 65438+ billion times fiercer than a tiger, but he is as happy as a little mouse who seems to have defeated a cat. Really naughty. He is a soldier, usually wearing a dark green military uniform, like a lush tree. He works in Pingyang, and some people even call Pingyang "the sun". I said, "didn't that burn my father to pieces!" " He is very busy and on call, which is really endless, but he said, "This is the duty of a soldier-there is no way out."

My mother is very clever, like a skinny monkey. When she is angry, she is 65.438 billion times fiercer than an elephant. When she was happy, she won like a cat fight and left with a book in her mouth. My mother often wears red clothes, like a blooming rose. He works in Wuniu. Some people say that my mother works in snails. I said, "Then my mother works in a snail shell. When the car was driving, the snail's shell broke into pieces. My mother is very busy. Running around, so busy. What a busy man!

I am very much like a mouse, braver than a puppy/kloc-0.00 trillion times, but when I am angry, I will yell and ignore people, etc ... I am cute when I am happy, cuter than a giant panda/kloc-0.00 trillion times. I study in a primary school. I am very busy after class. I walked everywhere. It's really a rabbit's tail-I won't grow it. I'm very busy and I'm going to class soon!

The three of us have a warm home. I love my home and look at every corner of it. Those corners sparkle. ...

I love my home more!

Warm home.

Last month, our school held a tug-of-war competition in grade five, and our class also participated. At that time, everyone was very happy, so they took the time to select the players and began to practice. In practice, there are laughter and tears, happiness and sadness, but everyone insists on the honor of the class.

Finally, the exciting moment has arrived-the game is about to begin! We were anxious and patient, and waited for a long time before playing. It turns out that our liner is empty. Everyone is very happy, just like touching the lottery, rubbing their hands and having answers. It's time for our class to play. The contestants hold the rope with both hands. The teacher taught us to lower the rope a little, and the students behind us were half kneeling. All the other students are cheerleaders. Listen to the referee's teacher's whistle and the game begins. The cheerleaders shouted in unison: "May 7th, come on! Five, seven, come on ... We lost the first round, but we still have a chance. Sure enough, many things happen. The second time we won, the teacher smiled when we watched the students shout together. For the last time, I lost completely. The students are not convinced and complain, but more often they are wronged for not winning glory for the class. The students are immersed in pain, holding hands and talking about their sadness together. ...

It can be seen that what you feel in this "home" is always warmth!

I have a family. I'm so happy.

I often see some children and lonely old people homeless on TV, begging in the streets, or living in orphanages and nursing homes, without a caring family … but I have a warm home myself, and I feel really happy!

I sleep in a soft and comfortable bed every night. In the morning, my mother woke me up and gave me a big breakfast. After dinner, I go to school by bike and study at school. One day, I went home with my mother at night; I did my homework, and my father checked it for me and helped me with my homework. I felt cold, so grandma took a coat and put it on me. If I want to check the information, I can turn on the computer and check it online. ...

I have more warm, caring, caring and warm homes than those homeless children.

I think I live in such a beautiful family. I should work hard, study hard, make progress every day and make contributions to my motherland when I grow up.

How I wish those homeless children could come and live in my house! Let them eat well, water is heated ... anything we can do can be done at home! Let there be no homeless children in the world!

I finally want to say "it's good to have a home"!

Warm home

I have a warm home. There are four people in the family, mother-in-law, father, mother and me.

Let me talk about myself first. I am a naughty boy. I have small shiny eyes, a small round nose, a small mouth and big ears. It is said that big ears are a symbol of wisdom and happiness. I am a pupil in grade three now. I am thin, in poor health and often get sick.

My father is an engineer. He is very diligent and busy. He often works overtime and has no time to play with me. But in order to make my body better, he takes me to run every morning and hang bars every night. His personality is a little dry, and he is even angrier than a lion.

My mother is a bank clerk. She is also very busy, sometimes running around the office all day, very busy, a bit like a handyman. Sometimes I sit in front of the computer all day and work motionless. My mother is such a freak. I still don't know what my mother is doing. Although my mother is very busy, she will pick me up and take me to school every day, rain or shine.

My mother-in-law is our cook. She goes to the vegetable market to buy food every day and comes back to cook good food for us. You can smell the smell of food as soon as you enter the door, so you eat it in big gulps.

My parents and mother-in-law love me very much. Once, I was sick and had a high fever. My parents stayed up all night and took turns to take care of me, but they didn't get well after two days. So, my parents took me to the hospital for infusion. After a week, my illness finally recovered. Mom and dad have lost weight.

I love my parents and mother-in-law, and I love this warm home even more.

Warmth of home

Friendship is like an electric light, while mother is like a candle, which not only illuminates my way, but also warms my heart. Moreover, my mother has great maternal love, and my mother blooms silently in my home.

Most mothers have maternal love, which is the mother's nature.

She maintained her family, her career and her love for me with both hands. I like this home, a home with a mother.

Although she told me that my father even-someone came or no matter who was at home, she would nag me. But there is no shortage of such nagging at home-because it is a representative of harmony and a symbol of warmth. Without this home, you will be immersed in loneliness.

I love my family, because there are many people in my family. Although there are not so many people in my family, there are at most five people-my parents, grandpa, brother and me, and at least three people-my parents and me.

I am proud because I have a mother who loves me, even though you will. But I will still be proud, because my mother will make the world warm everywhere. As long as she walks, there will be a sweet fragrance. It's a little strange. Why does it smell?

Who helped us when we were helpless? Who gives us warmth when we are cold? Who comforted us when we failed? When we succeed, who inspires us? That's our mother.

At home, we are like beans planted in a flowerpot in my mother's hand. Those rumors are that my mother is watering us. But, mom, you water my beans today, and the next day you will see a life, a small bean sprout that broke through the ground. Because of your watering, I will grow up day by day. It's wonderful to compare yourself to beans and my mother's nagging to watering.

Mom, I like your flowerpot!