The composition of the world outside the window

World composition outside the window 1 Whenever I sit at my desk, I always take a casual look out of the window. Over time, I was deeply impressed by the window.

In spring, flowers are in full bloom, flowers and plants are lush outside the window, and when you look around, large tracts of roses are dotted with green vegetation. When it first blooms, the color is just right, too much is too strong, and too little is too light. When it is prosperous and dense, it is so gorgeous, so bright and so absolutely beautiful. Both states have their own merits, but both are pleasing to the eye.

Another striking thing is the willow tree. Dense branches and green leaves fluttered with the spring breeze that came to announce good news ... Swallows came and brought good news of spring, and people were smiling, as if they were happy to leave in the cold winter!

Willow branches shake and shake, and in a blink of an eye, summer comes, spring returns to the earth, wheat straw falls, and roses are no longer beautiful.

Catkin is always the most eye-catching this season. When the wind blows, catkins will be scattered in an instant. Although it seems casual, it produces a strange beauty in the chaos. If you happen to be walking on the road at this time, you will feel confused when it snows. There is often a sudden rainstorm in summer, which makes you unprepared. The land washed by heavy rain, flowers and trees are particularly clean, and there will be some bright moments to stimulate your visual nerve. Perhaps it is because of the heat in summer that people can't control their temper.

When the catkins are exhausted, the earth seems to be coated with a layer of golden yellow by teacher Qiu, and the leaves fall one after another, nourishing and raising the earth.

Far away, I saw a pine tree still green, standing straight on the golden land, looking so abrupt. Oh, no, it doesn't look so abrupt, but I think it gives the earth more colors.

Willow leaves are also falling, and by the time they fall, the earth has become cold.

Winter has come, and overnight, the earth is white, and the snow is sometimes dense and thin, sometimes gentle and sometimes fierce. People wear thick clothes and think "winter is coming" while breathing.

Spring is gentle, summer is turbulent, autumn is mysterious and winter is cold. They are animations reflected in my window, and they are the most beautiful pictures in my mind.

World composition outside the window 2 It is the softest season in all seasons-spring.

During the break, I sat in the classroom and looked out as if I were looking for something. In fact, I am looking at a tall cherry tree outside the classroom window. A soft breeze blows the cherry blossoms all over the tree, and large pieces of cherry petals dance with the wind.

Among them, small petals with pink and a little shyness slipped from the window. In the classroom, two students are talking about the pictures to be handed in tomorrow. Suddenly, a little girl pointed to the cherry tree and said, "Let's draw a cherry tree."

"What's that? It is better to spend a cherry blossom petal, pink and tender, how cute! " Another girl said disapprovingly. Even though they have been arguing with each other, we all think it is unnecessary to argue like this.

Seeing that the sunset is about to set, the theme of the work to be handed in tomorrow has not yet been determined. The two have always insisted on their own ideas and refused to give in to each other. Seeing that they were still bickering, the monitor standing by said, "In fact, you both have good ideas, but can you think about what is desirable in each other's ideas?"

This sentence reminds the dreamer. Quiet, quiet ... finally, both of them realized their mistakes, looked up at each other and smiled shyly. They finally found the same idea and made up again.

The next day, two children handed their homework to the teacher. The content of the work is: petals fall under a cherry tree, and two little girls are talking happily together by the tree. There are two words written in the upper left corner of the work: and beauty.

After reading this work, the teacher looked at the two little girls and smiled with relief. In our homework evaluation, the teacher praised them, but they asked the teacher to praise the monitor, because it was the monitor's words that woke them up. Without the monitor, they may not be able to draw such beautiful works, and they will not reconcile. But the teacher praised the four of them, because the monitor knew how to help the students, and both of them were praised for their excellent work and their ability to correct mistakes. Everyone laughed happily.

Outside the classroom, cherry blossoms danced with the wind, and waves of fragrance broke into the classroom and spread in the classroom. The windows are beautiful, and the classroom is harmonious and beautiful.

The world composition outside the window 3 prone on the balcony window, open the window, a heat wave.

A row of buttonwood trees in the opposite community swayed in the breeze, like surging green waves. I don't know where cicadas are hiding, but they are barking desperately. Occasionally, one or two birds fly by quickly, leaving a quick chirp. The leaves rustled and the dazzling sunlight blinded people. The swaying leaves are constantly changing colors, and the brown buttonwood is like a naughty child in hide-and-seek. I narrowed my eyes and observed carefully. Suddenly, a stray cat came into my sight. It walks lazily on the roof of the property department located in the Woods, and its yellow and white fur is particularly conspicuous. It's a cat in the yard. It's hung with a big belly, as if it were pregnant. I can't help being surprised.

One summer night, I opened the window, and a refreshing cool breeze blew, with a little damp heat. Children's laughter came from downstairs, and an older child kept running this way. Every time he moved, the other children pulled each other's skirts and screamed loudly. That's an eagle catching a chicken! My mouth turned up and I smiled. This is also a game I played when I was a child. I haven't played for a long time "Meow" is a shrill meow, which is a bit creepy. The children spread out, stared warily around and talked in a low voice. Constant meowing sounds painful. My heart beat faster and faster, and I was both happy and worried: Did Mother Cat give birth? Looking up at the night sky, dotted with yellow moons hanging in the dark night sky. Quiet summer night.

Purple lightning flashed across the sky like a dragon, illuminating the dark clouds. Deafening thunder sounded and shook the window. Thick raindrops poured down and became oblique raindrops under the "impact" of strong winds. Transparent raindrops, like plankton in the sea, hit the earth uneasily. Ripples appeared in the puddle from time to time, and the white car was splashed with brown mud. The plane tree was helplessly washed away by the rain, and the wind quietly swept away some green leaves. Summer rain comes and goes quickly, which is always refreshing. Under the tree, mother cat walked by with a kitten with a black mouth, only her claws were white. Although she is skinny, she walks briskly. I narrowed my eyes, took a long breath, looked at the sky that was about to clear up and closed the window.

Outside the small window, it is also a small world. It is also rotating in an orderly way, day and night.

Every family should have a window. Every window looks different, and the story you see through it is different.

In our family, my parents' room is the master bedroom, with big windows and windowsills. I often sit on the windowsill and look forward. That direction is Wanda Supermarket. Next to Wanda Supermarket is Gourmet Gold Street. There are few people in the Golden Street during the day, but it becomes lively at night. On the Golden Street, there are toys, trampolines, robots, ferris wheels, transfer cars, bumper cars and many other interesting things. Besides fun, there are clothes sellers, fried yogurt sellers and ice cream sellers ... it looks very interesting.

Like dad's study, there are windows and windowsills. I'll lie on it and look down from the 20th floor19th floor. 19 has a balcony. As soon as the balcony door opened, it was a large clearing. Look, the grandparents and grandchildren on the 19 floor are out again. It is the old lady who is bathing her little grandson. The old lady is about 65 years old and the children are three or four years old. I saw the child holding a colored pen and drawing "Little Tintin" into an elephant. He also learned to sing to his grandmother like a crayon Xiao Xin: "Grandma, look at that elephant. Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long ... "The old lady was helpless:" You child ... "I smiled directly.

The window of grandma's room is a sliding window, facing a beautiful park-Nanhu Park. When the weather is fine, there will be people fishing, picnicking and flying kites in the park ... there is also a snack street next to the park, which is crowded. There are kebabs, cake shops, steamed stuffed bun shops and dessert shops ... In addition to the snack street, Nanhu also has the statue of King Hua Hua Shao of Bozhou City, which stands by the lake and shines in the sun.

The window of my room faces a road. There is a blind man on the road, leaning on a guiding stick, trying to move forward. In front of him is a dog, which may be his guide dog. The red light was on and the blind man couldn't see it, but his dog stopped him and successfully avoided a speeding car for him.

Every window is different, and every window tells a different story.

In my home, there is a very attractive "scenic spot", which is the scenery outside the window in the room, which is both natural and beautiful.

Whenever the morning comes, the window will turn into a dish, and there will be waves of fragrance, as if the food on the table is shouting at me, which makes me have to get up and taste it. Windows will also be a place for people to rest their eyes: I remember once, I was studying online and suddenly felt particularly tired, so I wanted to have a rest. I got up and looked out of the window: the mountain outside the window was quiet, as if asleep. The breeze blew me and looked at the big tree. Although I am old, I still say hello and wave to me. Suddenly, a butterfly caught my eye. She danced and showed her beauty with graceful dancing. Twitter!' It turned out to be a "singer" in nature. His crisp and sweet voice is so beautiful. Coupled with the dancing of butterflies, it seems to be a wonderful combination, and this jungle is like a stage for their hearts to sing to each other. It makes people happy, makes people happy, and makes people excited. That's what attracted me.

The scenery outside my window is not only natural, but also very beautiful.

Once, when I was resting in bed, I suddenly saw a little squirrel playing happily on an official road outside the window. Suddenly, as soon as the little squirrel vacated, he grabbed the pipe in one hand and almost fell down. The little squirrel shouted in the air, hoping that someone would save him. At this time, I was very scared and creepy, and I wanted to save him, but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, a big squirrel passed by and saw it, desperately trying to save him.

Seeing this scene, I feel very gratified. This spirit of mutual assistance in nature is worth learning. I like the fresh and beautiful nature outside the window!

The writing looks immature, but it can be seen that it is written with great care. Perhaps this attitude is more important for knowledge and skills.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I was very lively and playful in kindergarten, but suddenly I became withdrawn, because in kindergarten, my classmates were very close and I often found classmates to play with. It's different when you go to primary school. Because our home is too far from school, most of us have moved away, leaving only a few of us. In addition, primary school is more difficult than kindergarten, and I want to study for a while.

Besides doing homework and watching TV every day, I stay at home and attend primary school for two semesters. All the toys I used to play with have changed. Inflatable football turned into soft ball, small sword turned into green, transformers turned into rusty transformers, and guns became parts. I don't play anything every day. Only through that window can I get to know the outside.

When I feel bored, I look out of the window. Sometimes I see some people playing. They are so stupid that they fall down easily. They laugh together. I will laugh at their stupidity, knowing that they will fall, but still playing like that.

My parents say I am weak and ill, so I should do more activities. They urge me to go out and play with everyone every day. I seem to have listened, but it went in one ear and out the other, so I stayed at home. After studying, watch TV and see the world outside the window.

On this day, I read a composition about a bird that lost its freedom. The bird locked itself in and stayed at home, because it was afraid of the danger outside, so it lost its freedom. After reading this composition, I feel like this bird, locking myself at home to study. I have an idea in my heart-go out for a walk, play and walk into the world outside the window.

Just a few students came to see me this day, so I agreed. I am having a swell time. I feel like a frog in the well. I find the world outside the well wonderful. I found that there is a colorful world besides studying.

Since then, I often go out to play with my friends and participate in various activities with them-I walked out of this closed room and merged into the world outside the window.

The world outside the window turned out to be so wonderful!

I often wonder: Is the window of a room widened because of the installation of transparent glass, or does it cover the sky because of its insignificant area?

Standing at the window, looking at the towering mountains, not towering, but very continuous, wearing beautiful green dresses, firmly stepping on the vast land. Looking back on time, nature gave such a new life thousands of years ago and created this green barrier. Against the blue sky, the open-minded cry of mountaineers in the morning and the melodious flute in the village came from my ear. I thought: is this the benefit of being down-to-earth?

When I was a child, it was not as high as the windowsill. I can't see the yard, I can't see the earth, I can only look up at the blue sky or the starry sky. Looking at the blue sky, watching the changing clouds, watching the geese and swallows migrating year after year. Suddenly I feel that time flies, and I am looking forward to seeing the ground. At night, if you are careful, you will find the stars twinkling on the dark blue curtains.

Outside the window, it is the ever-changing beauty. What kind of beauty you choose depends on yourself, which is also a state of mind. And this is also a goal, even if you choose, you should appreciate it with aesthetic eyes. Goals and struggles are indispensable to everyone's life. Sometimes, even a gorgeous and unreachable dream can produce magical power and push us to the other side of success.

Once, I saw children playing paper planes happily in the yard. Flying in the air is an embryonic dream, which finally returns to the real heart. Now, I see the helicopter whizzing by and hovering at the top of the mountain. It may be an exercise, but after all, I put my dream in the real sky!

Windows are always so big, but they are endless. There is a bigger sight in the world than the ocean, and that is the sky; There is also a scene bigger than the sky, that is, people's inner activities. "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself", why not pursue tranquility in the hustle and bustle, face gains and losses with a good attitude, and be yourself.

Last Spring Festival, my family drove back to their hometown-Dazhou, Sichuan. The Spring Festival is approaching again. That trip to my hometown reminds me a lot, and the lush mountains outside the window also let me know a lot.

Grandma lives in the mountains. We set out from Wuhan and took a bus for eight or nine hours. The narrow space makes me feel backache. My brother said, "It's almost there, so many mountains!" I quickly rolled down the window, and a fresh wind brushed my face, which made people feel refreshed. I can't help looking out of the window. I was shocked for a long time. That deep and shallow green color makes my long-term misty myopia gently touch and adjust. For the first time, I really felt the seclusion of the mountain. "No one has traveled through the ancient trees, but now I climb high and hear the bell"; "The mountains are towering above the peaks, and the distance is amazing"; The rhyme of "no rain on the mountain road, wet clothes", the mountain seems to have a mysterious charm that attracts me …

My hometown, because of the mountains, makes me feel more cordial! The continuous mountains, accompanied by the fresh wind, make my thoughts fly. The mountains in my hometown are not arrogant for a while, nor are they domineering for me. It is more practical than the sea and more stable than the stream. After stopping to have a rest, the adults went to the foot of the mountain to have a rest. The rocks are covered with young trees and yellow thatch. Naughty brothers lit a fire, and the flames roared, scaring adults to quickly pick up sticks to put out the fire. After a while, it stopped and restored its previous calm. Just like a spontaneous mountain man, there is no entanglement. No wonder so many literati live in seclusion in the mountains, or yearn for the taoyuan life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". How wonderful it is to live a simple life and have sex!

Then we drove to our hometown, and the mountains outside the window stood quietly, passing by the window one by one. You see, that one is more like a lotus, that one is more like a maid who welcomes us home, that one is like a silly bear, and the farthest one is like a big clock. Grandpa said, "It says we only come back once every ten years!" " The mountains in my hometown are always rolling in groups, as if no one can live without anyone, which seems to have taught me what homesickness is and what caring is! I seem to understand the smiles on my grandparents' faces.

Outside the window, the mountains stretch, night falls and the lights in the mountains are dim. I look more focused. Mountain in my hometown, I love your frankness, and I love your concern!

A window separates two worlds, and the people in the window finally go out and see a beautiful world.

There is a little girl who was born with a disability. She lost her left leg. Because of this, she has been staying at home since she was a child, accompanied by her parents for seven years. During these seven years, her parents took good care of her. She likes to lie in front of the window and watch other children play happily. She wants to play, too, but her mother told her that if she went out to play, the children outside would laugh at her. So, she gave up the idea of going out to play and sat at the table with peace of mind.

At the age of seven, when she was in the first grade, she suddenly wanted to go out to school. The kindergarten curriculum is easy to understand, and so is her mother. In the first grade, her mother wanted to hire a tutor to teach her, but she didn't expect to go out. In desperation, her mother told her again that people were sinister and no one would help her. She said that the green grass and blue sky outside the window were like hell, and the little girl was afraid and stopped talking.

She still often looks out of the window, but she has never seen the horror outside, which makes her very confused.

The little girl is very clever, she learns quickly, and the teacher speaks vividly. She often brings some books to her. She likes to ask about the world she has never seen before, and the teacher always tells her patiently. The teacher spoke so well that the little girl wanted to go out and have a look. She asked her mother to go out to school again, and the tutor also said that she was smart and should go out and get in touch with the new environment. Finally, her mother agreed to let her go out to school.

The next year, she got her wish and entered primary school. On the day before school started, her mother gave her a detailed introduction on how to get to school and which bus to take. ...

She got up early the next day. When she arrived at the station, she was leaning on a crutch, and people gave her a seat. Someone helped her on the bus. As soon as she entered the classroom, she was welcomed by warm applause. She smiled and laughed happily. She finally saw another world that she had always wanted to see. Beautiful, beautiful ... composition.

The world composition outside the window 10 People often say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, through which you can see the heart. But I insist that the window is the eye of the soul. Through the window, you can see the world inside. Through the window, people see elegance, vulgarity, noise, quietness and inner feelings.

A peaceful person like a Zen master sees a peaceful inner world through the window.

How many people can achieve inner stability, sit and watch the rise and fall, and wander between various States? Under the bodhi tree, the monk said, "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, where did the dust come from? " Master Hui Chan's words lit up many blinded eyes and awakened many bound souls. Under the big tree, Yu Yue said, "Everything is true and false, and the tree is withered and glorious. What? Glory also has it, and music also depends on it. " Zen says: Be calm, lose indifference, strive for its inevitability and let nature take its course.

His inner peace and fate are not only for Zen, but also for spiritual life. Through the window, through the tree, through the mirror.

Those who love life like three hairs see their inner world like fire through the window.

The yellow sand is long, the clouds are surging, the camel bells are endless, and Sanmao stubbornly walks in the Sahara. She loves life as much as Sahara, cactus and Jose, and loves herself as much as herself. Yes, she left her comfortable home not far from Wan Li, just for her love of life. She is not afraid of the burning desert under her feet. She looked up and squinted in the bright and dazzling sunshine, and her body melted into a budding red lotus. She finally met the beard, red clouds spread all over the desert, and they embraced each other. Her heart is like fire, and red-violet is in full bloom.

Her heart is as red as fire. She loves walking and life. Through the window, red lotus blooms in the desert.

Indifferent as Mo Yan, I can see a peaceful and calm inner world through the window.

When the red sorghum stretched into a sea of fire and burned half the sky, when it became a classic, Mo Yan was angry. While the books in the bookstore are selling well, the interviews of reporters are pouring in. When asked about the phenomenon of Mo Yan's fever, he smiled faintly, indicating that he was only making his own creation, and what others thought was someone else's business. Yes, how can a person's heart change? He insisted on looking at the world with a calm mind and continued to drill back into the red sorghum field to create.

He is calm and calm inside, indifferent to things and indifferent to life. Through the window, red sorghum sparkled in the smoke.

You see the world outside the window, and you hear exciting sounds.

The world outside the window is the world inside.