Window narration

I believe that everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, especially narrative, which describes the experiences in life and the author's real feelings about life. How to write a narrative is more infectious? The following are nine narratives about windows that I collected and sorted out. Welcome to share.

Nine narratives about windows 1 When sunlight is collected in a bottle, the bottle becomes warm. When sunlight gathers in our hearts, there will be love in our hearts. If we often collect sunlight, our hearts will be illuminated by sunlight and nourish the land of love.

Since the sunshine is so beautiful and simple, please open a window, let the sunshine dispel the haze, let the sunshine enrich your heart, let the sunshine fly in the sky, and please don't be stingy with the sunshine accumulated in your heart.

Perhaps, opening a window for the patient and letting in a ray of sunshine will help him recover soon. Perhaps, open a window for people in the earthquake-stricken areas and let a ray of sunshine in, and their hearts will no longer be lonely and afraid; Perhaps, open a window for us and let a ray of sunshine in, and our youth will be more exciting and better!

I remember a story: a little girl with a withdrawn personality has been living in a dark and humid room. She lost her legs, and she was never happy. She doesn't even know how to laugh! The little girl is talking to an old woman across the street through a small window. One day, the little girl asked her grandmother, "Why am I always so lonely?" Why don't I know what happiness is? The old woman smiled and said to her, "Good boy, this is because you forgot to open the window." ""no, grandma, I opened the window! " "You forgot to open the window in your heart. You shut yourself off. Come on, son, remember to get up early tomorrow and open the window. "

The next day, the little girl went out in a wheelchair. She felt the sunshine for the first time, and she was happy for the first time!

Sunshine is always full and warm, and sunshine doesn't know what meanness is. Sunshine only knows: open a window and it will come in; Sunshine only knows: open your heart, it is warm; Sunshine only knows that if you tell him your dream, he will help you realize it.

Opening the window is so simple. Then, please open a window and let the sun light up your heart, my heart and his heart.

When was the wall built in the narrative about windows? But I found the window again. -inscription

Do everything possible to get rid of parents' hands, like an unruly deer fleeing happily in the ocean of learning and facing the sunshine. I escaped from a house, only to find that there was another wall blocking the blue sky. So I wandered in front of the wall and stopped in the busy street just to find an open window.

Those beautifully dressed girls; A middle-aged woman with a full face of enthusiasm; A gentleman man ... there seems to be no room for a moment in the wind. They are wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, doing their own thing, laughing and enjoying the sunshine.

But I glanced at it again, how obvious it was! Only he curled up in a corner of the town in the cold wind. Kneeling on the ground, wearing a shabby little coat that I don't know where I picked it up, how many spring and autumn years I spent with him, what a sharp contrast with the bustling town! He is a beggar, even so, his body is still trembling in the cold. His eyes are full of pity and a little inferiority. Is there any bright spot in his life? At this point, the beggar bowed his head again. Trembling, he longed for the next crisp sound. I can't help sighing for his life, and I feel cruel and helpless in a competitive society because of his failure.

I was a little touched, and an invisible window gradually opened to me.

I walked straight over, calmly walked over and threw a coin without any sympathy, because this pity look was exactly what I was afraid of. I heard it again. Someone nearby used this beggar as a negative textbook to educate children. "Do you hear that? If you don't study hard, you will end up like this? " .

Like a basin of cold water. It is such a simple teaching that gave me a shock in my mind. This is not the result I expected, nor is it the ultimate goal of everyone's "struggle". We will never tolerate contempt.

It dawned on me a little.

Suddenly, I felt a ray of sunshine and an open mind. Sunlight refracted into my heart through the window, and the wall in my heart gradually disappeared.

I think of beggars and windows again.

Dreams begin to sprout.

I stood helplessly on the track of time, watching the fine and complicated rain outside the glass gradually blur the clear window, and finally I was lost and lost in this season's expressionless reflection. -inscription

I don't remember when I got into the habit of staring silently out of the window. On a sunny day, sitting on the cool floor, staring obsessively at spotless French windows.

The sunshine outlines the radian of happiness and rises slightly. I hummed a song, my fingers spread slightly, trying to breathe air. However, I accidentally came into contact with a cold and stiff hug and withdrew my hand slightly disappointed. No matter how close I looked, it would have been through this window.

The distance between two people is like this feeling of neither salty nor light. If you are close, you are stuck by the film. What the eyes see is air, and suddenly it comes out from the fingertips. In the final analysis, it is the temperature of indifference and alienation. What a clean and pale mood it would be, faint indifference, faint infatuation and shallow relief. The distance between a window finally leaves a misplaced fairy tale that can't resist vulgar jokes.

Night, lazy. Bright windows reflect the crazy and glorious world of love. The seemingly soft brushwork is the sadness rendered by a large area of cold color splash ink. It is dark purple and gray-blue, and the delicate petals of sunflower are carefully described. It really seems to escape from the Champs Elysé es, and the faint warmth is scattered throughout the noisy world.

This is a reflection of another world, that's all. The night in the window is just a grand feast. At the end of the song, people are scattered, and I am a little lonely and tired in leisure. The mirror is empty, and I always sit in a corner coldly, listening to the singing of nightmares. Occasionally, what the eyes see is illusory. You can't touch the illusion you can't believe. Only the inner feelings are true. The slight tremor of eyelashes for a second, or the inexplicable pain of the left ring finger leading to the heart. The world in the window is unbelievable. All that matters is that feeling.

So, laugh with satisfaction.

So, sing softly.

Deep in the window is the other side of human nature, dark or bright. I like a sentence very much. In this world, no matter who we meet and fall in love with, it is doomed. Even, from the moment of BIGBANG, it was doomed. This is called fate.

So the window itself, or inside and outside the window, we don't know, but it is fixed, illusory and even alienated. But in fact, it is in our own hands.

In the late autumn of fifteen, I opened my window in the face of the biting cold. Stop writing and start.

There is a window in my cabin. Whenever night comes, I always like to snuggle up by the window and enjoy the peace. There is no noise, no hypocritical human feelings, no intrigue. Latitude has a completely true self, and here is the harbor of my life and the spiritual sustenance.

Make a cup of light green tea and sit by the window alone. Let the gentle wind caress my hair, and the small flowers in front of the window exude charming fragrance from time to time. Like a famous song played on the piano, a faint treaty is in front of my window and permeates the whole cabin. Just open the window, the bright moonlight will float in quietly with the wind and sprinkle on the ground, forming a silver world. I was inexplicably excited, as if I lived in a palace in heaven instead of on earth, where any troubles disappeared.

When there is no moonlight, there is only a dim starlight in the night sky, and there is no destructive light. I like this lightness, this tranquility. I am not insatiable, as long as I can be alone for a while and feel the feeling of being alone, I am very satisfied.

In fact, with or without the moon and stars, the night is the same. I will always love this window, her serenity and her loneliness. Although the window is small, the scenery outside is infinite. I like to pitch heaven and earth from this small corner and feel life. Let the mind walk with the eyes, and let the mind walk with the clouds. When the ship of life is lost in the lost rainy season, when the journey of life is full of thorns, there is always a world that I miss and care about. It is always darkness that can devour everything, and the unchanging window will still shine eternal light in my heart. I leaned against the window, as if there were a thousand words but I couldn't say them. I want to give her the most beautiful song in the world, but I am afraid to destroy this peace and tranquility.

I stood at the window, my heart was calm, and my frustration and melancholy had long since disappeared. A cold wind blew and I shuddered. I stood at the window for a long time. I don't know why my eyes are full of crystal tears, which flow down my cheeks and to my mouth. I licked it, sweet and salty …

This morning, after I got up, I opened the curtains and felt it was gray outside, like a fog. Mother said, "That's because the window is dirty. Just wipe it later. " Cleaning the windows? ! Great! Didn't the teacher ask us to help our parents do more housework? I volunteered to say; "I'll wipe it for you later!"

After breakfast, I put a bucket of water under the window, found two towels, soaked one in the bucket, then wrung it out and wiped it on the window from top to bottom in order. Wipe the front first, then the back, and then wipe the border around the window. After the watermark on the window dried a little, I wiped it up and down in order with a dry cloth, and the window was much brighter than before. I thought: cleaning windows is as simple as that! But when all the watermarks on the window dried up, I looked, alas! The window was a mess and became a big painted face. what can I do? Just when I was worried, my mother came with a newspaper. I saw my mother rubbing the newspaper hard and handing it to me and saying, "Try it." How about the newspaper? I tried to wipe it with the newspaper with doubt. I wiped it left and right, but the watermark on the window still won't come off. Alas, cleaning the windows is so troublesome! I was relieved at once and said to my mother, "I can't clean it. Clean it yourself." My mother came up to me and said, "You should finish what you started, don't give up halfway, use your head to find a way." I saw my mother take a few breaths at the window and wipe it hard with the newspaper. Ah! If the window is bright and clean, crystal clear! I wiped it like my mother did. It seems that doing housework is not as simple as I thought. There are many tips here! In the future, I will learn more about housework from my mother and help her reduce the burden.

Standing in front of the window, watching the gray window become clean and the sun shining into the bedroom through the bright window, I smiled happily.

A pair of little brothers are busy outside the door.

Mother said, "What are you doing, children?"

"It's too dark in the room," said the child. "We need to get in some sunshine."

Mom smiled: "Why? Open the window and the sun will shine into the room. "

Don't complain that God hides the sunshine outside the house. Open the window, it's sunny. For example, some lost people are locked in a dark room, and they are eager for sunshine. In fact, opening the window of the soul is the best way.

One rainy day, I took part in a competition. After months of hard work, I am sure I will win. I took the stage calmly, gave a speech confidently and stepped down with satisfaction. However, this day did not come true, and the host on the stage ruthlessly announced: I am the third place in the second prize! This sentence is like a bolt from the blue, which makes me dumbfounded. ...

"I'm not the first prize ..." I kept saying to myself on the way back. Day, gloomy, rain, like sad me, swooped down, crying silently, tears wet all over the floor. I also feel dark clouds in my heart, lightning and thunder, and I really want to cry. My mood is getting deeper and deeper. When I got home, I closed the doors and windows and cried alone in the dark. I don't know when my mother came in quietly and opened the curtains. Unexpectedly, I don't know when it turned out to be a storm after a calm. The sun smiled, the rainbow hung in the sky, a ray of bright sunshine shone into the room, and the whole room was suddenly full of vitality! My mother said kindly to me, "Look, son, it was cloudy just now. What about now? " ? Bright and dazzling! The sky has changed so much because the sun is desperately rushing out of the dark clouds. Didn't you say "after the rain clears up"? Failure is not terrible, what matters is how we treat failure! "A few words from my mother opened my dull heart like a key-

Yes, the famous NBA star Arenas spent the first 40 games of his career on the bench. He said, "I practice silently on the court every day. I set the jersey number to "0" because I want to keep telling myself: I had nothing at that time. " After several years of hard work, he finally became a generation of superstars. If Arenas at that time was desperate, sighed and lost his fighting spirit just because of the contempt of others, could he have today's glory?

Later, whenever I encounter setbacks, I tell myself: I will face the failure with a smile and open my heart. In this way, you can see a clear sky and bright sunshine.

Description of windows 9 7 groups 4 tables 3, the small window next to it is the most beautiful scenery in my heart ...-Inscription.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, my three-year study career in junior high school will be over. Memories are small, and the past is vivid. At this time, my face is always smiling, but I feel how time flies.

That little window has been with me for two years. Two years ago, I was just transferred here by my teacher. I don't know my deskmate well, and I like to look out of the window. Outside the window is a rubble house, and on the other side of the house is a green space. Every summer, it is full of Kobanawa green grass. The breeze blew and the grass and flowers flashed alternately. There is a road near the grass. Whenever school is over in the morning, an old man with a white beard shouts loudly "Mi Hua Gao Le ..." At this time, his stomach is growling and he has to complain "Oh, I'm hungry!" The deskmate echoed: "Me too!" After class, we rushed to grandpa's house and bought two boxes of rice cakes to eat.

Eating rice cakes together every day, my deskmate and I became very close friends. We always like to fight, sometimes we don't listen in class, and we laughed and fought several times below without being discovered by the teacher. We deserted again that time. He told me a joke, and I couldn't help laughing, but I don't remember it was in class. The teacher noticed us, called our names and asked us to think on the back wall of the classroom. He gave me an angry look and I snickered.

Sometimes I pat him on the shoulder because of the candy he specially prepared for me, and my mouth is full of candy and I say vaguely, "Good buddy!" " "Sometimes I argue with him because of a physical problem. Even if he really realized that he was wrong later, he would argue with a straight face: "In fact, I can do this problem, but suddenly ..." He would always reluctantly add: "My brain is not good enough!" I, on the other hand, snickered, then stuck my head out of the window and pretended as if nothing had happened, laughing internally. Sometimes I almost failed my grades. I looked at the paper full of forks and shed tears unwillingly. Although I stick my head out of the window and try to hold back my tears every time I see him back to his seat, he finds him every time. At this time, he will always be like a big brother, stuffing me with paper towels, and then dangling in front of me with his failing paper. I always smile through tears and immediately ridicule him for hanging a red light. When he heard this, he ran after me in the classroom. ...

Thought of here, I began to laugh again. It is so beautiful and charming. The passage of time won't make me forget it. There are too many laughter and tears, too many beautiful memories beside that small window. That window, that house, that land, that old man, that man, I will never forget, never. ...

One afternoon during the winter vacation, I was doing my homework in my dormitory when I suddenly heard the sound of "Zi La La" and "Zi La La". I was curious and went to the place where the sound came from-mom and dad's bedroom.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother cleaning the window. First, she sat on the windowsill, with a brush in her hand, trying to clean the glass on the window. When the glass was covered with foam, she put down the brush, picked up the scraper around her and scraped all the foam off the window. Then she wiped the glass with a rag, and finally wiped it with the paper on the calendar. The dusty windows become bright and clean. If you don't look carefully, you'll think there is no glass on the window!

Mother did this repeatedly and soon cleaned all the windows in the room. The room becomes very bright and makes people look comfortable. I'm going back to my room to do my homework. My mother suddenly stopped me. My mother said, "Now that you have nothing to do, just help me clean the windows!" " "

I thought to myself that cleaning windows should be much easier than doing my homework, so I agreed without hesitation. My mother and I came to the balcony of the living room. My mother asked me to help her pass the scraper, the rag and the water. I'm busy. I realized that she asked me to be a porter! I was a little unhappy and asked, "mom, didn't you ask me to help clean the windows?" I want to clean the windows. " "yes! Wipe the window on the east side of the balcony. " I said excitedly, "Yes!" Like my mother, I first soaked the window brush in a bucket filled with detergent, then climbed up the window with the window brush, brushed the glass on the window with the brush, cleaned the window, and then prepared to scrape the glass with a scraper. But when I looked back, the foam water on the glass was almost dry. The scraper didn't clean the glass, but it became blurred. Only then did I know that foaming and scraping the window with a scraper were almost simultaneous. I sped up and tried to scrape the glass before the foam dried, but I was in a hurry. I didn't clean the window and knocked over the bucket. Finally, the mother and son cooperated. I am responsible for drawing foam water, and my mother is responsible for scraping the glass. It took a long time to clean all the windows at home. By this time, I was exhausted.

Through this incident, I deeply realized that it was not easy for my mother. My mother usually does almost all the housework at home, but she never says she is tired. In the future, I will help my mother do more housework and reduce her burden.

Outside the window, the sky is as blue as water, and flowing clouds are dotted with this blue velvet like elegant tassels. Everything is so quiet and beautiful. But my mood is like a cloudy day, gloomy, full of unwillingness and depression.

The pencil in his hand was tightly bound, and the joints of his fingers turned white because of excessive force. Finally, bang! The pencil broke, a teardrop as big as a bean fell, and a rotten flower blossomed on the "black and blue" paper. On the draft paper next to it, a mess of numbers and formulas are mixed together. My heart is full of sadness. Before the exam, the scene in the exam was still vivid. Before the exam, the practice of construction cost wandered in the sea of questions, from the beginning of bright lights to silence. Every formula theorem is memorized. In order to stage a beautiful "salted fish turn over" in this exam, I spent the whole day in the math pile, dealing with numbers. In order to have a bright result, I even made an exception and entered my favorite literary works. Give the time to enjoy the "reading dinner" every day to the dense numbers. I admit, I tried my best. But why accompany me? It's still that miserable number. Am I really a "mathematical insulator" and can I only be a "train tail" all the time? "I am not reconciled!" I shouted in my mind.

"If my blessing can make you no longer lonely ..." A familiar melody suddenly sounded in my ear. Looking back suddenly, I saw an encouraging smile. Suddenly the mood is as clear as the blue sky outside the window.

Yes! Who has not experienced failure, but at least who will not be in a state of failure. Hemingway, a famous American writer and Nobel Prize in Literature laureate, said: "People are not born to be defeated. You can destroy him, but you can't beat him. " Science people still have the failure of 10 1. This is just a small failure. What can it represent? As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Isn't that what the famous "error effect" means? And I tried, I tried, and the goddess of fate will definitely like you. At least as long as I work hard, iron bars can be ground into needles! Just like the title of the song, "There is a blue sky outside the window". As long as you pay, as long as you persist, you will definitely appreciate the purity and vitality of the blue sky through layers of glass!

"Polish your window and wipe away the dust. Oh, you will also see the blue sky outside the window! " Please don't lose heart and keep working hard! Because there is blue sky outside the window!