Expository essay Introduce my home in no less than 500 words

Please open this door! This is my home. There are fathers and mothers at home. Don't be afraid, they're kind and commendable. Come on in! Don't rush home first, let's see what kind of home my home is!

A busy day starts in the morning.

Before the morning sun shines into the house, my mother is always the first to get up and cook. Then it's Daddy's wake-up. In the end, it's my lazy voice.

As soon as the three of them got up, the tension began. The most nervous thing is my mother, she just finished making breakfast and started to take care of the housework, and it takes a morning to do it as quickly as possible, I really don't understand. Dad doesn't seem to be much worse than Mom, the washing work is all solved in two minutes, breakfast only takes five minutes, and putting on shoes and socks is even faster and stranger.

I'm relatively calm, but I'm still a little in a hurry, and I often forget to bring something when I go out, so I have to call ** for my mother to send it. Morning, it's like a fast song!

The day is cold in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, my dad and I didn't come home. My mother was the only one left in the house, and she cleaned the floor and prepared a sumptuous dinner waiting for me and my father to come back. Mom is so lonely! Luckily, her next-door neighbor is good friends with her. In the afternoon, it's like a cold song.

The warmth of the day lies in the evening.

In the evening, when we were reunited, we had dinner together, my parents always liked to talk while eating, and I always ate while watching TV. I ate the slowest every time. After eating, my dad surfed the Internet, and my mom watched TV dramas after washing the dishes.

I had to obediently go back to my room and pick up my pen ......Late at night, I came out tired, and my mother prepared a supper. When I ate it, I felt refreshed, maybe I went to write, maybe I just fell asleep. At night, it's like a soulful song!

A day in my family! The backbone is this trilogy. It's not exciting, but it's very happy. This is my home, do you see clearly?

Let's start with the study. It's a quiet place, where I usually do my homework and read books.

There are a lot of books in it, and I heard my father say that there are many books that are more than 30 years old, such as the ** of books, the ones that cost a few cents, and the ones that cost hundreds of dollars a piece.

There are two large bookcases in the study, and two large bookcases, both of which are full. Since my dad and I usually study here, this is our world.

Let's talk about the bedroom, first of all, my bedroom. My room is on the north side, near the Sky Garden, where it's quiet and uninteresting people neighing, so I like my room. There was a treadmill in the room, dumbbells, boxing bags and gloves.

Next, let's talk about my sister's room.

My sister's room is bigger than mine, and her room has two zithers, a piano, and a lot of books, but they are mainly all kinds of musical instruments, and she also has a harmonica, a gourd silk, a flute and a small suona in her drawer. She practices piano and guzheng every day, because she is preparing to take the ** academy, and sometimes she also practices singing in the room, I like her singing voice, it is really good.

Finally, let's talk about my father's and mother's rooms. My father's and mother's room is the largest of all the bedrooms in my house, with more than 30 square meters, with a bathroom, a storage room, and a small space for my father and mother to drink tea, and they often sit by the window and drink Pu'er tea.

I cried loudly in class** immediately audited the law to see the scenery on the scenery card.

Write about your own home! Don't you have a home?

My home is not big, nor is it small. There are 320 square meters. But it will take more than half a year to build. Its structure is well-proportioned. For me, it's quite satisfying.

Our home is very ventilated, as the so-called autumn high air is cool. Mainly because of the installation of 20 anti-theft windows. It's cooler to stand on the third floor than on the first floor.

The layout of the hall and kitchen is very good, there is a large dining table in the hall with four chairs neatly arranged for our family of four to live and eat. Directly across from the table was a table. It can accommodate up to four people sitting on it.

The table dedicated to the gods is Chinese-style. What I appreciate most is how fine it is. In the middle of the table there is a god card.

It is decorated with dragons and phoenixes, which is particularly magnificent. Next to the table there is a tea cabinet, which is also a bookcase. Because the top is used for drinking tea, and the bottom is used for books.

It's really a good material for two things. The layout in the kitchen is not bad either. When stir-frying, there is a window on the top of the pot for smoking, even if this one can't smoke, don't be afraid, there is a rooftop next door to the kitchen.

There are a lot of bonsai inside. It is very useful to purify oil fumes. In the kitchen except for the door to the roof.

There is also a gate, and this gate is open to the road.

Although my home is not a Jinluan hall, whenever people enter, they feel as friendly and comfortable as home. The sun came out, and the sunlight reflected on my home, like a big hall, reflecting the sunlight everywhere, making people feel dazzling, making me feel that it was a big castle located in Henggang.

A home full of love.

I have a loving home, and the mother's love and father's love in the family are not to mention meticulous but love to the bones, and everything can be sacrificed. My brother's childish love always made me laugh and be overwhelmed. All love, to put it simply, comes from home.

Countless weekend mornings, there was a clicking sound in the kitchen, and the young mom gently slammed the frosty water, then the fire, and then the cooking, and Dad finished his work, "Tap, Applejack is sleeping, let him be a little longer." This is small love, but it is a strong expression of the love of father and mother.

I remember one such day.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that the world was bright and people were clear. The rumbling of cars is no longer noisy, but vague and looming. Open the window, heh!

It's raining! A bowl of rice porridge, a loaf of bread, ended my breakfast. I picked up my bag and opened the door, the wind was blowing a little cool, but my mother's breakfast made it warm on a rainy day.

As always, I went to school, studied all day, and it rained all day. God seems to be going against me. After school, the rain still fell mercilessly, although I was overwhelmed and unable to do anything, but in such a dangerous rain, there was always the familiar figure of the adult - father, mother, brother.

Such a scene was the envy of my classmates, and I didn't say much. I only told my classmates, "I have a warm and loving home."

Getting in the car, I went home, on the way, the rain receded, and the love of our family was so "unstoppable". I'm so happy! Really, I only have this sentence to describe my self-evident mood at this time.

Speaking of which, you must not believe it, "being scolded" is also a manifestation of love, a symbol of happiness. Whenever I do something wrong, I inevitably receive some strange scolding, but the scolding is so colorful, colorful, warm and happy. Right!

It's better to have to be scolded than not to be scolded! That's what I've always thought.

I don't know who said that home, simple, is a place. However, I don't think that there is invisible love in the home. Sometimes it is just pouring a glass of water and saying a greeting, which has the warm connotation of love. The love of the family is indeed great and indeed warm!

I love my family and my parents even more! Because I have a home full of love!