The fallen leaves flutter with the wind, and drift back to the embrace of the roots with a wisp of thought; The old elephant mourned for a long time, and walked to the depths of the jungle with nostalgia for life; The wanderer looked at the distance, with faint memories, step by step on this nourishing land. They will all return to their homeland, because home is their eternal haven from the wind.
Home is a ray of sunshine that shines into the heart. Migrant workers who rarely return home several times a year, for them, home is a sacred place in their hearts. Remember those days of homecoming? It is the rush of the wind when I go home, the joyful gathering at the dinner table Chinese New Year's Eve, the laughter of communicating with my parents, and the tears that I see my relatives rushing to for the first time、、、、、、。
Remember the poem "The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer is clothed." The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late. "The ancients were home-based, there were four generations of heavenly happiness, there were children and grandchildren around the knees to gather joy, for everyone, home is a ray of warm heart sunshine." It is precisely this convergence of rays of sunshine that has built our great Chinese nation.
If you are a wanderer, you will have a sigh of "one less person to plant Zhu Yu"; If you are a friend, you will have the blessing of "I hope that people will be long-lasting, and you will cherish Juan for thousands of miles", if you are a departed person, you will linger on that sunny and warm nest, because home is not only your harbor for shelter from the wind and rain, but also a blood-soluble family affection that is watertight.
Home is a sheltered haven, and all ships depart from here as well as return from afar. When I was a child, the first thing I did when I was out in trouble was to go home. Oh, yes! There are parents who love us, sisters who care for me a lot, elders who are full of regret、、、、、、, for me, home is a quiet and warm harbor that comforts you when you are hurt, guides you when you are confused, and constantly encourages you when you fail.
Today, I have been away from home for eight years, and I often do not go home for a long time, but I feel more homesick and nostalgic. Why? Just imagine, even the fallen leaves are nostalgic for the embrace of the roots, let alone people? Every time I see those colleagues who return home to buy tickets, I will not fail to sigh "it's good to have a home.". Now I think from time to time of the black dog that wagged its tail in the house, the green wheat behind the courtyard, and the uneven mountains. Because, in this not vast land, it gave me a beautiful memory that I will never forget.
Having a home is a kind of happiness, and you don't see the back of that lonely Xiao Suo. Having a home is a beauty because I am obsessed with the pure taste of that hometown. Having a home is a reason to be strong no matter how disappointed you are in life. Because, home is your eternal harbor.
Once amazed by the magnificence of the fallen leaves, in the wind swirling to the arms of the roots, I asked the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves did not speak. I once laughed at the joy of the wanderer who had returned to me and thought of myself as a masterpiece, only to find that I had never understood the meaning of home. Eight years away from home, several years away, until today, I understand that once we forgot an important memory, that is, home.