家,是人一辈子里,真正用生命爱过恨过、哭过笑过的地方;只有做过悲欢离合的父母,又养育过喜怒哀乐子女的人,才会知道。小时候,家是一个纯真的梦,像从五彩玻璃珠花里看出去,尽是一片流光美景。最喜欢和哥哥一道放风筝,看它飞上天和浮云比高,让一纸飞鸢盛载着稚子的梦幻在青空里随风翱翔,飞呵飞的,只要线头握在手上,欢笑就随风来了——有爹娘的孩子像只野鸢,线的终端系在家 Home, is a lifetime, really love to hate life, crying and laughing place; only done the joys and sorrows of parents, but also reared people who have emotions and sorrows, will know. When I was a child, my family was a pure dream, as if I had seen it from the colorful glass beads and filled it with beautiful scenery. Favorite kite with my brother and see it fly to the sky and the clouds than high, so that a paper flying kite filled with dreams of young children fly in the sky with the wind, flying, as long as the thread grip in the hand, laughter with The wind comes - there are children of the father and mother like a wild kite, the end of the line at home