当我们闭上双眼，是否妈妈的叮嘱、爸爸的鼓励、依旧历历在目，随着时间的积

When we close our eyes, whether the mother's exhortations, and her father's encouragement, is still vivid in my mind, with the time of accumulation and precipitation, so that we be moved, let us feel the warmth, if this is life, then we are love their families, and continue to grow. <br>When home, when my mother at that moment you open the door of your hot soup she had made herself a bowl of; When backpack father at that moment you walked into the library, in order to remove your shoulders; then you have already forgotten the fatigue and hardships, troubles of life's journey, perhaps, you already can not help the tears flow out, it was tears of reunion, it was tears of affection, that is the most real tears. <br>Home to warm us, give us strength, our daily struggle, both for our love of family, we encounter setbacks and difficulties, first thought, and it is our home. Home like a flame, shining in our home like a stone wall, so that when we fragile, can rely on, like a leafy tree house for our shelter home is hope, is light, it is our last haven. <br>So please, let us love one another, thanks to the presence of family and trust, thanks to the effort and his family.

When we close our eyes, whether the mother's instructions, father's encouragement, still calendar in the eyes, with the accumulation and precipitation, let us move, let us feel warm, if this is life, then, we are in the care of the family, and constantly grow. Home, when your mother in the moment you push edgy the door, for you to bring a bowl of her hand-made hot soup noodles, when the father in your walk into the study of the moment, for you to unload the backpack on your shoulder, at this time, you have long forgotten the journey of fatigue and hardships, life's troubles, perhaps, you can not help but shed tears, that is the tears of reunion,<br>That is the tears of affection, that is the most real tears. Home, give us warmth, give us strength, our daily struggle, all for our love of home, we encounter setbacks and difficulties, the first thought, is also our home.<br>Home like a flame, shining on us, home like a stone wall, let us in the fragile time, can rely on, home more like a leafy tree, for us to shelter from the rain, home is hope, but also light, is our last harbor. So, please let us love each other, thank the family for their presence and trust, thank the family for their efforts and company.

When we close our eyes, whether the mother's advice, the father's encouragement, are still vivid in our eyes, with the accumulation and precipitation of time, we are moved by it, let us feel the warmth, if this is life, then we are growing in the care of our families.<br>When you go home, mom brings you a bowl of hot soup noodles that she made by herself at the moment when you open the door; when Dad unloads the backpack for you at the moment when you enter the study; at this time, you have already forgotten the fatigue and hardship of the journey and the troubles of life; perhaps, you can't help but shed tears, that is the tears of reunion, that is the tears of family, that is The most real tears.<br>Home, give us warmth, give us strength, our daily struggle, all for the home we love, we encounter setbacks and difficulties, the first thought, is also our home. Home is like a flame, shining on us, like a stone wall, so that we can rely on it when we are weak. Home is more like a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, sheltering us from wind and rain. Home is hope and light, our last harbor.<br>So, please let us love each other, thank the family for their existence and trust, and thank the family for their contribution and company.<br>