家,是一种感觉。它可以是一方湛蓝的天空,可以是一套简陋的桌椅,可以是一片充满生机的沃土,也可以是一张低矮的暖炕……我灵魂深处敏感的家的情愫,却恰似一坛陈年的老酒,留给我永恒的香醇的眷恋。即使叶落了,我也会联想起满地都是母亲的思念和殷切的眼神,柜底的旧衣,会将我带回满是欢笑和气球的童年。那时,我每晚都在爸爸妈妈的童话中 Home, is a feeling. It can be a blue sky, it can be a simple table and chairs, can be a fertile land, can also be a low warm Kang ... My soul is sensitive to the feelings of the home, but it is just like a Altar old wine, leaving me eternal mellow love. Even if the leaves fall, I will recall the motherland all over the floor is the thoughts and ardent eyes, old clothes on the bottom, will bring me back full of childhood laughter and balloon. At that time, I was in the fairy tale of Mom and Dad every night