What is home? Is the warm side of the Harbor, is a sterile loess tree is a little soft fluorescence, is a loving is the most beautiful touch the horizon clouds. . . . . .
Sunset at home is tired of the birds fly for a place to rest is when the wind and rain weak pity for the fish to escape the place, wandering on overseas think Night\'s Dream, a mother gently places a smile.
Here, the mother with love wandering adrift without a hitch in accordance with the hearts of fathers with sons and daughters of his arm up one perfect blue sky.
Here, the wind and the rain never patronizing, never the advent of winter and the scorching sun, the wind here, only in March, the spring in May.
Here, even if you are already a white-haired, but in the eyes of the mother, are you still a child, will never feel sad. . . . . .
If I were on the plate-like silver, then the sun is bright red, and because it gave me light. If I were a dust, then the vast expanse of the earth is home, here are my numerous brothers.
If the mother is home, then I would like to sing loudly to my mother; if a school house, then I must use the most beautiful words to describe it, if. . . . . .
Sentence of hundreds of thousands of words of praise for the home, have expressed a sigh out of my mind: \"good home!\"
Home is good, but each has a common language ah! My house is the failure of the common language is the mother of success!
When I test errors due to gas when hungry, in the face of the red \"x\", the students listened to the cynical, disappointed eyes looking at the teacher, I cried, I lost faith in their own. one from a cordial and ears echoed the words - failure is the mother of success! I suddenly wake up: Which one does not fail? Fall, and So, I perk up again, will be the tears of sweat, hard to learn, do not ask, and again finally achieved excellent examination results. Ah! Saying, I am grateful to you!
When I tried to do one thing and the repeated failures, I the deterioration of their own into a small room, unable to cry, I hate myself, do not hate to live up to expectations, does not hate his own talent, and even hate their parents how I of Health. Suddenly, a light lit in my heart - failure is the mother of success! I how wind and rain do not experience? But do not climb mountains, but did not break through the dangerous shoals! So I wiped away tears and continued to dry up. Hard work pays off, and finally, I succeeded! Ah! Saying, I am grateful to you!