warm home

The home is a big tree, I am a bird on the tree; my home is a small river, I am a fish in a small river.

Home is like a warm harbor, and whenever I go to school, it is like a boat drifting away. As I grow up, the boat will go faster and faster. As I went from junior high school to high school, the boat was not small, and it became a big and fast ship.

I remember when I was young, whether it was a hot summer or a cold winter, my mother got up early every day to prepare breakfast for me. As soon as I left school, I returned to my mother's arms. Now, I am no longer like I used to, I always feel that I am growing up.

Think about home, think about myself, happy smiles. Home is like the moon in the night sky for the earth to illuminate, it is crystal clear as jade, white and innocent! Home, such as Bibo, has a fish, full of warmth and full of anger. Home is like a beautiful paradise!