The taste of home is excellent. What's the smell of home? Everyone must think that sweetness will always pervade home, because home is a sanatorium after your setbacks and a haven after the storm. But if a thing is left for a long time, its sweetness will gradually disappear and become bitter. ...
Back in time, when I was six or seven years old.
At that time, grandpa picked me up from school by bike every day, pestering him to buy an ice cream, or begging to play with his friends for a while. This is a great pleasure. In the evening, a family of five sat around the dinner table, eating with relish and chatting with relish, wishing that time could condense and stop at that moment forever. After dinner, the scene became more lively. Mom and grandma often chat and talk about interesting things in the neighborhood; Dad and grandpa play chess and learn chess; As for me, watching cartoons and giggling from time to time make my family happy. The bright moonlight reflected outside the window adds a bit of poetry to this beautiful and harmonious picture.
I didn't want to grow up at that time. At that time, my home was warm, gorgeous and warm.
Time suddenly returned to the present like a bolt from the blue.
Cold room, shivering with cold. I seldom hear my family talk, and it's terribly quiet. My parents and I moved out, and my grandparents can only see me once a week. And my parents are busier at work, and they can't even pick me up after school at noon, so they can only be alone at the small dinner table. Father is the busiest in the family. He goes to work in a hurry every morning and always goes home when I am asleep at night. As a result, my father and I rarely appear on the same channel. Sometimes, a family of three sits quietly on the sofa, just doing their own thing, and maybe there is nothing to talk about. Or a hard day's work can't make them talk. The cold moonlight reflected outside the window added insult to injury to the family, making people breathless with cold.
At this time, I want to go back to the past. At this time, my home is tepid and miserable.
Looking back now, is it because they don't love me and this family? My uncontrollable heart immediately killed the idea. No, they are still in love, just too busy and tired. They are always homesick and work hard for me.
Now, the fog that has lived for several months has been blown away, and the pain, fatigue and sweetness are here.
Home tastes like a glass of wine, spicy first, then alcohol; Like green tea, it tastes bitter first and then sweet; For example, ships sailing on the sea must be calm after experiencing strong winds and waves.
The taste of home is excellent. The taste of home is happiness, love and happiness ... I have lived in my home for nine years and it is full of unforgettable taste. Until now, I still like the strong smell of home.
It was a cold winter, and I suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night, 39 degrees and 8 degrees. Father was in a hurry. Before he could put on more clothes, he casually put on his coat and trousers and went to the hospital behind my back and mother's back. It's very cold in winter, and my home is still a long way from where I take the bus. This short distance still makes me feel far away from my personality, because the cold wind makes me shiver. And dad was dressed so thinly, but he didn't say he was cold. My mother next to me was anxious, too. She always comforted me and said, "Hao Hao, don't be afraid. We'll be at the hospital soon." My mother took off a coat and put it on me for fear that I was cold. My eyes are moist. Although my body is cold, my heart is hot. I think I must be kind to my parents when I grow up to repay their love for me for so many years! After a while, we arrived at the hospital, my mother was watching me, and my father was running around, registering, paying fees and taking medicine. They didn't fall asleep in the chair until I was lying in the hospital bed, transfused with fluids and the fever was almost gone.
The smell of home has always permeated my home. I'm used to the smell and learned to spread it.
One day, my mother sat in front of the computer typing an article for me and fell asleep unconsciously. Then I remembered my mother's kindness and concern for me at ordinary times. While I was sleeping, my mother tucked me in. My mother cares about me, and I should care about her! So, I quickly took the quilt off the bed and covered it on my mother. I seem to be a "mother", and I feel very comfortable giving my "son" some love and care! After a while, my mother woke up and excitedly said to me, "Thank you, my good son!" " "I looked at my mother, and my mother looked at me. We all laughed, because we all smelled home, sweet and fragrant like sugar.
In my memory, my home is always full of warm and sweet taste, which makes me grow up healthily and happily. ...
There are three excellent compositions with excellent taste at home. Where are they? What's the smell of home?
This afternoon, the weather is fine, and I smell a faint fragrance, which is from My Sweetie. It's really delicious! It suddenly occurred to me: "Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the time when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. This must be the fragrance of osmanthus! " "So, I asked mom and dad to shake osmanthus. When we came to the garden, I didn't expect my mother, who was usually serious, to jump up, pull down the branches of the osmanthus tree a little and smell it: "Good osmanthus! Come on! Come and shake the osmanthus! "I rushed over like an arrow, holding the branches and shaking them happily. My mother is like a child with a happy face. She ran from one side of the osmanthus tree to the other with a plastic bag in her hand, and then from there to here. Then osmanthus, some naughty osmanthus, fell on her hair and clothes and dressed her as a flower fairy.
Dad saw it and said anxiously, "slow down, slow down, be careful not to be scratched by branches, alas!" " I fell down carefully ... my uneasy father came over, held the branch in his broad palm and helped me shake it together. After shaking for a while, we were all exhausted, but osmanthus took a full bag and we were satisfied.
Towards evening, my parents and I are going to visit my grandparents together. Walking into the yard, I saw them sitting in the yard, with a few small benches, chatting while drinking tea. Grandma still has a big bag of moon cakes in her hand!
Dad said, "finally home!" " "Pass osmanthus while we shook. I am puzzled by this: "Dad, aren't we home yet?" "Grandma smiled and took out the moon cakes in the bag and handed them to me." As long as our whole family is together, no matter where we go, we are home! "! I nodded, took another bite of the moon cake and shouted, "How sweet! It smells good! This moon cake is filled with osmanthus! "
Looking at the stars in the sky, I suddenly realized: "As long as our whole family is together, wherever we go, we are home!" " "I took another bite of moon cakes and murmured," It turns out that the taste of home is sweet. "I looked at the brightest star in the night sky and thought," Will that brightest star be like our home? "I kept thinking and thinking. ...
The taste of home is excellent. Composition 4 "Hey, it's so kind and touching. What is your name, please? " "My name is' home'."
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Set foot on the way home, after half a year. It is very kind to return to this familiar hometown.
"Mom, I'm back!" I am very excited to see my mother come back from work. At this time, my mother seems to be very kind, not as strict and daunting as you used to be. Although a little unaccustomed, I feel very warm in my heart. The wrinkles on your face are like a kind painting; The fragrance of the body is a taste that never disappears in memory. This is the smell of mother, family and home.
"I will play ball with you today!" I've been telling my dad that, and today he spoke on his own initiative. I can't refuse to play basketball with no one in Chengdu at the weekend. On the court, we flew together, jumped together, laughed together and played together ... as if the previous gap had disappeared. In the meantime, I seem to smell, after a long time, the smell of my father, the smell of my family, the smell of that family.
In the street, it seems to have lost its original flavor. The traffic on the road and the people on the pedestrian street ... are not the original taste. However, the sky is still blue; The tree is still green; People, still very close ... it still smells like that. Home, hometown, also has the flavor of affection. The smell of home is a memory that I can never erase in my mind.
Family needs no description; Home doesn't need to be deliberately changed. No matter what you do, they are there and will never leave you. The taste of home is the taste of home. This is the sweetest taste in the world.
In fact, if you leave for a long time, you will naturally feel different. I used to hate and curse; But I enjoy it and I am close. He is such an amazing person. Family, home, you need to experience the tempering of time, calm down and feel quietly, in order to appreciate their magic.
The taste of home is mixed with the taste of family.
The taste of home is excellent. With a bang, the door was slammed shut. Angry, I came out and ran to the outside world.
Snowflakes fall one after another, and the streets are covered with white coats, a world of powder makeup and jade. "Hum, every day! Nagging, nagging, that's not right, that's not right! " I continued to run hard. 1 of "pa", I fell to the ground. The snow is biting, it hurts! I patted the snow on my body and struggled to keep running.
The streets on winter nights are quiet and peaceful. Only a few pedestrians hurried home, and occasionally dogs barked in the distance. It's cold! Helpless, I'm shaking. I have a dull pain where I was thrown. So aimlessly, unconsciously walked into an alley.
Huh? Why is it so familiar? It turned out to be an alley near my home. Why did you come back here? At this time, I vaguely heard the call in the distance. This phone is getting closer and closer, I see it! Snowflakes are flying, and you run towards me, and your hair is all white.
You gasped and said, "Is it cold, son?" Go home quickly! I have been looking for you for a long time. "Pat me on the snow again." Where have you been? "You child!" As if the quarrel had never happened. "Go, go home!" Words are warmer. I walked silently for a while and went home.
It's as warm as spring at home, and you're standing there, concentrating on cutting vegetables ... Cha, the blade hit your hand. Bright red blood is flowing out ... you have to be my favorite egg noodles. Boil water, pour water, put eggs, put noodles, still so focused. I was sad for a while. What have I done? Throwing it out of the door leaves you with anxiety and heartache. Only you are so tolerant, and only you will always leave me the warmest embrace.
The room is full of noodles. You pick up a bowl of noodles and all the eggs. Bring me the hot noodles. Ah! This noodle is suddenly so delicious that every noodle is so tough; Eating and eating, tears can't help but gush out. Yes! These noodles are full of mother's deep care and love.
"Son, put on more clothes in cold weather!" "Son, don't be sad, let's work together!" "Come on, son!" This string of words floated in my mind again.
This sentence is full of love, yes, this is the taste of home, which I will never forget!
Excellent Taste of Home Composition 6 I was very touched when I overheard Pang Long's new song "Taste of Home" in QQ music. This is a song that traces the cultural complex of homesickness, thinking about the cultural roots of our growth in a strand of homesickness, moving in warmth and growing in aftertaste. The lyrics are based on the image of a wandering life group in a foreign land, and every wandering mood in a foreign land is attributed to deep feelings for home. There are lingering homesickness and warm memories of home between the lines, and all wandering hearts are warmly connected because of the word "home".
Working outside, with the passage of time and the growth of age, the concept of "home" becomes clearer and clearer. The smell of home is getting stronger and stronger. I often miss it in my dreams and in my spare time. Loneliness and loneliness pervade the whole body, and I deeply yearn for attachment to my family. In the busy footsteps, slowly capture the fleeting but homesick taste.
Home smells a lot, but they are all warm. I dragged my tired body home during the holiday and smelled the delicious food the moment I stepped into the house. At this time, the taste of home is the sweetness of food. When the child jumps into your arms, the taste of home is the taste of children coquetry.
The smell of home is really worth remembering and nostalgia for the wandering wanderers. Whether it's the smoke smoked by my father or the sweet and delicious food cooked by my mother, it's the taste of home, and it's a warm moment to think about it. The taste of home is only kind when you leave, and it is worth caring about, while the taste of home will only be missed when you think of it, and you will know how to cherish it. The taste of home is the expectation of the wanderer and the same feeling of the wanderer. There is a reason to be homesick. Only when you have the taste of home can you produce songs.
Pang Long's The Taste of Home is touching. Just like Pang Long said, a song that can make everyone "listen quietly and cry silently". Especially in traditional festivals, hearing the lyrics: "The taste of home is a small burn that my father likes to drink, and the taste of home is a dish cooked by my mother" makes people involuntarily yearn for it, and is unconsciously brought into the warm situation of homesickness, becoming one of the most attractive flavors. For wanderers who are wandering outside, no matter how far they drift, no matter how close they are, the taste of home is in front of them, and the taste of home is in their hearts.
The taste of home is excellent. 7 is a drop of crystal dew, nourishing my dry heart; Home is an umbrella for me to shelter from the wind and rain; Home is a small boat that takes me to the other side of success. ...
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I have always been a self-reliant person and almost never miss home. However, that day, I first realized what it was like to be homesick. ...
A few days ago, because of the National Day holiday, there should be two weeks of classes, a holiday, and three weeks in a row. At first, I thought this little difficulty wouldn't bother me. However, I can't concentrate when I start class in the third week, and I am often distracted. Sometimes I almost fall asleep. Some of the knowledge I have learned is very difficult, and some of my exercises and homework are not at all. My hopes for the future are getting more and more confused. I don't know why, whenever this time, my heart can't help but feel a little sour and have a feeling that can't be described in words.
On the morning of the holiday, I finally couldn't help it. Tears ran down my cheeks, cold and astringent ... When school was over at noon, the class teacher called me out and told me that my parents had left some fruits at the door and asked me to get them. Hearing this, it seems that a ray of warm sunshine shines on me, which warms my cold heart. After saying thank you to the teacher, I ran to the guard at a speed of 100 meters. My pocket is full of fruit washed by my mother, 50 yuan, and a box of medicine for stomachache. I cried as I walked with a huge pocket on my back, and tears as big as beans crossed my cheeks. It's hot and astringent ... although I haven't seen my parents, I feel indescribable excitement when I look at things full of the familiar smell of home!
When I got home, everything was the same as before, and it still smelled familiar. All this seems to make my mind safely land on the flat ground and become more practical. There is nothing special about home, but the insipid and rich taste makes us yearn for and miss ... just like a cup of boiled water, like the red light of the sunset, sometimes we may not feel its existence, and sometimes we may long for that familiar feeling, but this feeling seems close at hand, but it is actually far away.
Home is a warm harbor, a source of strength, an emotional sustenance, a paradise for the soul, a gas station for life and a final destination. ...
There is a man waiting for you with the light on in the dark. -inscription
There is a faint taste called happiness. My visual smell is my mother's familiar hair fragrance.
My mother loves me and my family. Someone once said, "Home is a person waiting for you with a light on in the dark." Mom is the one who lights the lamp.
The night shyly wiped out the last ray of setting sun, and a curtain was hung on the mountains and rivers. A few naughty stars suddenly appeared in the sky, circling around the moon. At the moment when I was wrapped in breach of contract, a bunch of bright lights showed me the way home. Through the glass, I vaguely smelled the fragrance of my mother's hair floating by the lamp. Perhaps on my way home, as a lost lamb, I suddenly found the smell of home so strong.
"The child's pain is always doubled in the mother's place." I forget which celebrity said it, but I have never forgotten this sentence. When I was sick, my mother snuggled up to the bed and guarded me. There were countless rabbits in my heart, and tears were always in her red eyes. When I fail, my mother's problems are more frustrating than mine; When I am in pain, my mother is always more sad than me. This is an ordinary and great mother. Only when children are in adversity will they shed those strong tears, and the tears of mothers will always be loving and holy. After several years of spring and autumn, I realized that this boxing is about loving my son and talking about my mother's feelings. But now my mother left her hometown for me and suffered in the distance. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son should be filial and the relatives are absent. " I see, the greatest love in the world is this strong maternal love.
I also smelled the fragrance of my mother's hair in my dream. Follow my mother's habit of lighting a lamp every night. By the glass window, let the night shine and tell my mother, "I'll wait for her at home." I grew up when I was confused in the past and matured when I was naive. I remember the little things my mother gave me in my life, and learned to share my parents' pain with me, and learn to regard the misfortunes of others as my own sorrow. ...
I expect my mother to see the lights, think of the children and think of home. Because I will light this lamp again tonight. ...
The taste of home is excellent. There are 9 compositions. What is home? I think home is the most sacred thing in the world: it is a rainbow after a storm and a charcoal fire on a cold snowy night. Home is a paradise full of love. When you indulge in it, you will feel that nothing is more important than it Home is the shelter our parents give us. It contains your unreasonable troubles, gives you warmth and laughs like parents.
My family lives in a small village in xinghua city Development Zone, where there are at least 100 families. Every Spring Festival holiday is very lively, just like a big family. My parents work in Shanghai and only come back in their spare time. As the saying goes, "Only when we are apart will we be together", but every time we are together, we will only leave in a hurry. In a few days, they will leave again. They also came back this National Day, but the National Day is only a few days away. This National Day is my happiest day this month.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, we went to the amusement park. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, although the weather was not very sunny, there were many people. We went to a very big temple, where there were many bodhisattvas. There is also a lake outside. In the middle of the great lake, there is a stone bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva. We also worshipped many bodhisattvas in the hall. There is also a big clock in the hall. I tried to pull the rope and knocked a few times. It's very loud Many people looked at me at that time. I casually shook the rope in my hand and left. Then we will buy incense and burn incense at the door of the hall. There are far more people there than in the hall! We managed to squeeze in. After burning incense, my family went to the amusement park to play games. There is a huge dinosaur statue there. My father took photos of my mother and me, and we played many games. One of my favorite games is bumper cars. I also competed with my father. Alas, I still lost.
On that day, I really felt the warmth of home, and I even felt that I was the happiest child in the world.
I sympathize with those who have lost their loved ones, even their parents, people who have never met, and even the richest people. Money can't buy everything. You know there are many things more important than money in this world, and family is one of them.
I spent the Spring Festival this year in my hometown in the countryside. In addition to many customs and habits, my hometown also has many matters needing attention, which is very lively!
Every household in the countryside kills chickens and ducks on New Year's Eve, and some even kill pigs. Everyone is busy preparing, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. In the afternoon, my father prepared a lot of things and took me to set out to worship our ancestors. Ancestor worship is also very particular. We must bring firecrackers, candles, paper money, long pieces of meat, whole chickens, biscuits, fruits and so on. We first came to the ancestral temple, put the ancestral objects on the ground, lit candles, burned paper money, and each person lit three incense sticks; Bow to the east, west, north and south in turn. Put 1000 firecrackers, sprinkle some wine, put some cookies, and it's over. Then we'll go to the ancestral grave and do it again according to this law. In the evening, my elders gave me lucky money, so I received many red envelopes.
On the first day of the first month, my father and I set off firecrackers at the door. There are also particular things about setting off firecrackers, such as who set off firecrackers early, who set off firecrackers big and kept them for a long time. After breakfast, my father took me to the ancestral temple in the village. There are many men, women and children gathered in the ancestral hall, some are greeting each other, some are exchanging feelings, some are playing with each other, and some are preparing for the genealogy ceremony. Dad led me to pay a New Year call to every elder in the village. Then he said to a pile of books on the table: These books are genealogies, which record the names of all the men surnamed Zhou in the village. I rummaged through my notebook, but I couldn't find my name. My dad came to me and said, you have to look for seniority and name to find it. It turns out that my name in the genealogy is Kun Hao, the eleventh generation.
At the beginning of the genealogy ceremony, the table was filled with ancestor worship items and peanuts, melon seeds, fruits and so on. The person with the highest seniority sits in the center of the ancestral hall, while others sit in turn according to seniority. Men sit in the main hall, and women can only sit in the auxiliary hall. I was very surprised to hear my father say that women were not allowed to sit before! First of all, the genealogy of the boy born last year was held, and the master of ceremonies with good literary talent wrote the child's name on the genealogy, also called Tianding. Then burn incense, burn paper money and set off firecrackers. Finally, everyone sat together, talking and laughing, drinking and drinking tea, and wishing the Spring Festival. Seeing a lot of delicious food, I can't wait long. I immediately picked up some oranges and solved them in less than a minute. I continued to eat and drink happily, and my stomach was full. How happy I am!
The taste of home is excellent. 1 1 Home is a warm harbor for children, and there are various flavors at home. Let's savor these flavors!
sweet
People say that mom is our bosom friend. Because, when you can't find the direction, mom will give you a bright light; Mom will give you some inspiration when you have no idea; Mom will give you some comfort when you cry.
Mother's taste can be comparable to that of flowers-fragrance. This fragrance can last for a long time.
Once, I failed in the exam, and tears kept rolling in my eyes. My mother saw it and guessed that I might have failed in the exam, so she came to comfort me and help me find the reason for my failure. These actions of my mother seem insignificant, but they make me regain my confidence and dare to challenge myself. My mother's sweet love gave me confidence.
fragrant
Dad's taste is hot pepper.
Dad works in other places and can't come back to you once a year, but his words are irresistible. Although my father seldom hits me, I am afraid of my father. He told me to go east, but I was afraid to go west.
I remember the only time I was beaten by my father was because of the fifth grade final exam. That summer vacation, my father came back. He was not angry at first when he knew that I failed in the exam, but when he knew that I failed because of my carelessness and pride, my father gave me a good beating. I was impressed by my father's beating, and I was no longer careless.
Strictness is also a kind of love, and there is also a deep love in spicy fatherly love.
sweet
My sister's taste is very sweet. She is a happy person in my family. She often makes our whole family laugh.
My sister is five years old this year. She spends a lot of money and often cries for her mother to buy her this and that. Once, my sister asked my mother to buy snacks, and her mother said she had no money and could not buy them for her. At this moment, my sister came up with a good idea. She said to her mother, "Mom, you sold me. Sell a lot of money, use this money to buy me a car full of delicious food. Then, I sneaked back. " My sister's good idea made us all laugh.
ferment
Personally, I think my own taste is sour. I like laughing very much, which brings me a lot of trouble.
Once in an exam, I thought the paper was very simple and couldn't help laughing. After the results came out, I didn't do well in the exam. When my friend asked me what I got in the math genius test, I had to smile bitterly.
These smells enrich our family's life, and it is these smells that make my life full and interesting.
The taste of home is excellent. Composition 12 The early autumn morning breeze naughtily slipped into the small window, and the gentle sunshine spilled golden beads all over the floor, and the chirping birds woke me up. Take a deep breath of the morning air, and the fresh breath that permeates my heart is the source of my vitality!
I jumped on my bike briskly and plunged into this vast and boundless country. Let the wind take it away! The breeze not only brought a little fragrance of the earth, but also took away a little hardship of the farmers, and even made the grass on the roadside bend with laughter. "This year's harvest is good!" The face under the hat hides pride, so the vast scenery also makes me express my busy heart. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in with a wonderful smell. Look! The group of mustard tuber jumped on the car full of money, and several workers tied several packages together, and the diligent sweat kept dripping down. It turned out to be the taste of "sauerkraut"! With the passage of time, the strong cold wind blew straight, and even the rice fields on the side wrinkled up, so I bid farewell to the clouds with light makeup on the horizon and set foot on the road home with joy.
When I came home with cold hands, my great-grandmother yelled at me, sat at the reunion table together and filled a bowl of hot soup with white smoke to drive me away from the cold. Take a sip, huh? Isn't this sour and thick taste a delicious "duck soup with sauerkraut"? The noisy dining table is gradually warming up because of this hot warm current. I took another sip, and the hidden magic of hot soup spread between my lips. Sauerkraut is rich in earth feelings and farmers' fiery life energy. Only by combining all the sweat and tears you have paid in your life can you boil a pot of warm soup. In fact, people in this promised land are all like this, puppets who are easily manipulated; A dark fisherman who is still running around in life despite the wind and waves; There are also devout believers in the heavenly palace; Even vendors in noisy markets. They wrote a song about local customs with simple optimism and natural enthusiasm, and connected the gifts given by nature in series to cook a bowl of hot soup belonging to this land, which melted people's hearts.
Yes! It moistens the throat gently like sauerkraut soup, but it enters the heart and produces beautiful but not noble wildflowers. Although this "beauty" is not elegant, it contains the most fundamental purity of the earth, and the petals also vaguely reveal the happy life of this group of people and their insistence on the flavor of their hometown. This honest pioneering and unremitting spirit is still passed down from generation to generation and continues to be cultivated in my perfect home full of firm strength and rich human feelings!