Home, that is a bright lamp, illuminating our path of life. Whenever we are lost, this light will show us the way. Home, that's a sturdy castle that shelters us from the wind and rain when we get hurt. Home is both a warm harbor and a place we want to escape.
Family. Everyone has a home of their own, and each home has its own story. My home is located at the foot of the mountain, where there are green meadows, starry skies, and dear parents.
Starry sky. Fleeing, perhaps because home is so familiar, so familiar that people feel tired. I thought about escaping that place, looking for a new world, to pursue my dreams. But when I actually left home, I realized that home was so caring.
Family. I remember that time, I had a conflict with my mother because of a trivial matter, and I ran away from home in a fit of anger. At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I thought the outside world was exciting. But it didn't take long for me to start missing the warmth of home. I miss my mother's cooking, my dad's laughter, and that familiar town.
Small town. Home is the last harbor. When I am hurt outside, I understand the preciousness of home. Whenever I'm tired, I think of home. Think of the warmth of home, think of the tolerance of home. Home is my eternal dependence.
Family. Now that I'm an adult, I've left home to pursue my dreams. But no matter how far I go, home will always be the concern in my heart. I know that no matter when and where, whenever I turn back, home will always be there waiting for me.
Family. Home, a place where you want to escape and have a last harborMaybe at some point we all want to run away from home and follow our dreams. But no matter how far we go, home will always be the harbor in our hearts. No matter when and where, home is our warmest home.