The cherry blossoms outside the window are blooming. Write an essay on the topic

1. Semi-thesis composition Outside the window

The cherry blossoms outside the window are blooming again. The serious expressions of people and the sad cries of parents made me think of that scene again. That day, my grandmother, who loved me the most, passed away. The petals of the cherry blossoms in the yard were slowly blown by the wind and floated all over the ground; the grass in the garden also took the opportunity to grow out, and I'm afraid no one will take care of them anymore. When I was young, my grandma’s yard was my paradise. I often walk around the cherry tree, asking why it blooms, why it bears fruit, and why it grows taller than me. Its branches are often broken off by me, and unknown things are drawn on the soil. The neighbor's dog kept barking all day long, which was very annoying, so I bent down a flexible branch, put small stones on it, and hit the dog with it. Therefore, the cherry tree became my best tree. 'slingshot'. Its flowering season is my favorite, because when the petals are flying, I can dance beside it. I often pull my grandma with a silk scarf around her head to dance with me. Therefore, my grandma and I often Being regarded as having a 'brain problem' by uninformed people. Or, I collect all the petals, put them in a cloth bag, and ask grandma to help me dig a hole--I can't lift the shovel. Then, I followed Daiyu's example and buried the bag. Sometimes it rains, and the air is especially fresh after the rain. Some flowers cannot withstand the raindrops and fall to the ground, with their petals still filled with rainwater. Those stronger flowers are still standing upright, and the petals also contain rainwater. Weather like this is the most fun. I grabbed a ball of mud, kneaded it, and a "black glutinous rice ball" was ready. Grandma also played with me, but she had to exchange flower petals for "black glutinous rice balls". After another two or three months, the branches will be covered with bright red cherries. I have counted that there can be thirty or forty knots on a branch, which is so heavy that the branch cannot breathe. I'm a "philanthropist," picking the cherries to make it easier. I couldn't reach it from a high place, so I had to let my grandma stand on a stool to pick it. There, I also played many games with my grandma. No matter what we played, grandma always lost. And that day is the day I don’t want to come. Even though I shouted, even though the cherry blossoms fell on grandma, grandma still didn't wake up.

My mother told me that grandma went to the Paradise to enjoy happiness. Is it true? But I still believed it. Now, the cherry blossoms are blooming again, so brightly, but a little less interesting. Grandma, the cherry blossoms outside the window are blooming again, have you seen it? 2. An essay on the theme of What flowers are blooming outside the window

Listen, the flowers are blooming, blooming, smell, the fragrance of the flowers, shocking, youth like catkins, fluttering and sitting in the corner, nibbling on the back The English words "loneliness" and "boring" are flowing quietly.

When the branches on the campus were tangled together, staring at the pink flowers, catkins flying all over the sky, rain streaks sliding across the corners and adhering to the gray glass, I couldn’t help but quickly open the window and breathe. This fresh air. Maybe it's so boring that I can't breathe.

Maybe it’s really “a young man who doesn’t know what it’s like to feel sad, so he talks about it in order to compose new words”? No, no, flowers bloom and there are flowers' worries. When the morning fog dissipated, we held our textbooks and read.

When the endless sky is dotted with stars, we practice hard. The bitter water was hard to swallow in the throat.

How I want to lie in the dew of the grass and let them soak me. When the delicious taste of the grass hits me, I come to that comfortable and closed world. With the arrival of spring, all flowers are about to bloom, but who knows that little violet is blooming? The tinkling tinkling music in front of the window after being blown by the wind is the only movement when it blooms.

The hazy age of thirteen, the blooming season of sixteen, and the growth of eighteen are all spent in study and competition. I can't help but feel a little disappointed, but why is there such a natural law? Youth is a bright sadness. The rhythm of the wind renovates childhood. The black clay figurines, cakes made of sand, and the game of eagle catching chicks have all become a thing of the past. Today, we sit in the examination room or classroom with some desires in our hearts, some fantasies in our minds, and some emotions. Melancholy and bewilderment.

Flowers bloom, purple basket flowers bloom, bloom, only blooming can release the intoxicating fragrance, only blooming can have the opportunity to compete with peonies, after several seasons of silence and brewing, just for the blooming A moment. The music of the wind chimes can be pleasant to the ear.

So, all the hard work and all the dedication become happy.

With the gentle wind, accompanied by the sound of the wind, holding the sunshine and the green grass, all the suffering will be over, and all the time should be cherished.

The sunlight seeps out from the dense layers of leaves - sparse shadows and slanting water are clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. Overflowing with a silent fragrance.

Outside the window, violets are blooming, accompanied by the crisp wind chimes, and the petals are unfolding. Effort, sadness, struggle, and desolation are accompanied by the glow.

Don’t shrink back and move forward if you are sure of blooming. If you are sure of blooming, leave a reputation for eternity. Under the starry sky, violets are dressed in purple and bloom like elves. At that time, there is another star in the starry sky. 3. Composition "The Cherry Blossoms Are Blooming" 600 words

The magnificent peonies, the fragrant roses, the small and exquisite wild chrysanthemums... one surpasses the other, they are all my favorites. Then, I love cherry blossoms even more. It's colorful, it's beautiful, it's intoxicating... Spring is here, go watch the cherry blossoms!

When we came to the cherry blossom tree, the tree was already full of flowers, and even the leaves were "submerged". They were crowded and shouting, as if to say, "Save some space for me." "It's so crowded!" "I want to bloom, I want to bloom!"

Look, the world of cherry blossoms is so lively.

Look, that cherry blossom is about to bloom, like a blushing little girl, silent. The half-opened flowers are working hard to bloom! It's blooming, it's blooming, it's really blooming! The transparent pink petals, one by one, look like the gauze shirt of the sister next door, or more like the velvet skirt of a fairy. I can't help but think about it. The cute little stamens are little by little, like tiny balls. The stamens are slightly thick, but they are still cute. It's snowing, it's snowing! How can it snow in April and May? Oh, it turns out that the "retired" Sakura is making a perfect curtain call. Although it is not as beautiful as when it is in full bloom, there is an ancient poem that says it well: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." This sentence explains the beauty of withering. There is no need to feel sorry for it, because although it has fallen, it is still beautiful. still.

"Buzz buzz", the little bee is coming, the beautiful cherry blossoms seem to be more shy, like a pink ball, so cute, so beautiful, so charming! The little bees took away the fragrant powder, but left behind a more beautiful hope...

The spring breeze blows and the cherry blossoms bloom, just like the messenger of spring informing people of the arrival of warmth. Prosperous, cherry blossoms, I only love you! 4. An essay on the theme of What flowers are blooming outside the window

Listen, the flowers are blooming, blooming, smell, the fragrance of flowers, shocking, youthful and fluttering like catkins

Sit In the corner, chewing on the English words memorized, loneliness and boredom flow quietly.

When the tree branches on campus were piled high, staring at the pink flowers, catkins flying all over the sky, rain streaks sliding across the corners and adhering to the gray glass, I couldn’t help but quickly open the window and breathe. This fresh air. Maybe it's so boring that I can't breathe.

Maybe it’s really “a young man who doesn’t know what it’s like to feel sad, so he talks about it in order to compose new words”? No, no, flowers bloom and there are flowers' worries. When the morning fog dissipated, we held our textbooks and read. When the endless sky is dotted with stars, we practice hard. The bitter water was hard to swallow in the throat. How I want to lie in the dewdrops of the green grass and let them soak me. When the delicious taste of the grass hits me, I come to that comfortable and closed world.

With the arrival of spring, all flowers are about to bloom, and who knows that the little violet is blooming? The tinkling tinkling music in front of the window after being blown by the wind is the only movement when it blooms. The haziness of thirteen, the blooming of sixteen, and the growth of eighteen are all spent in study and competition. I can't help but feel a little disappointed, but why is there such a natural law?

Youth is a bright sadness. The rhythm of the wind renovates childhood. Black clay figurines, cakes made of sand, and the game of eagle catching chicks are all things of the past. Today, we sit in the examination room or classroom with some desires in our hearts, some fantasies in our minds, and some emotions. Melancholy and bewilderment.

Flowers bloom, purple basket flowers bloom, bloom, only blooming can release the intoxicating fragrance, only blooming can have the opportunity to compete with peonies, after several seasons of silence and brewing, just for the blooming A moment. The music of the wind chimes can be pleasant to the ear.

So, all the hard work and all the dedication become happy. With the gentle wind, accompanied by the sound of the wind, holding the sunshine and the green grass, all the suffering will be over, and all the time should be cherished.

The sunlight seeps out from the dense layers of leaves - sparse shadows and slanting water are clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. Overflowing with a silent fragrance.

Outside the window, violets are blooming, accompanied by the crisp wind chimes, and the petals are unfolding. Effort, sadness, struggle, and desolation are accompanied by the glow. Once you are determined to bloom, don't shrink back and move forward. If you are determined to bloom, leave a reputation for eternity. Under the starry sky, violets are dressed in purple and bloom like elves. At that time, there is another star in the starry sky. 5. The composition "The Cherry Blossoms Blooms" is an 800-word description of the scenery, not prose. Sixth-grade students should try to write 700 words.

In March, flowers are in full bloom. On a sunny Saturday morning, my mother took my sister and I to the Yangtze River. We went up to Mingshan Mountain to watch the beautiful cherry blossoms.

We came to Yangmingshan and walked along the forest-lined path on the mountainside into the cherry blossom gardens all over the mountains and plains. Here, the cherry blossoms are full of branches, one in a row and one in a row. There are cherry blossoms, including white, rose red, pink... Although the colors are different, they are indeed delicate and lovely.

The red cherry blossoms growing on the north side of the small stone road. Clusters of red cherry blossoms, as red as if they have been dyed, and with light red leaves as a foil, look from a distance like the dewy morning glow. To the south of the small stone road are white cherry blossoms. White cherry blossoms It is as white as small white clouds, and is dotted with red stamens, as if there are countless pink gems embedded in the white silk. Against the backdrop of green leaves, it is really as beautiful as a picture scroll!

Some of these cherry blossoms were standing on the branches, waiting to bloom; some were smiling, happily welcoming the arrival of spring. Looking at it, I couldn't help but grab a few cherry blossoms and watch them carefully. See, the red cherry blossoms have seven layers and 35 petals at the end. The beige stamens poke out their little heads from the petals, like curious children quietly exploring the wonderful world outside. The white cherry blossoms have There are two types, one is a flower surrounded by 5 petals, shaped like a wine glass, with 17 yellow stamens! Another type of white cherry blossom is the same as the red cherry blossom. It has 7 layers of 35 petals and about 20 stamens. The stamen body is white and the stamen head is yellow. The strange thing is that there is always a green stamen in the middle of the white stamens. My mother said this is a "pistil", which is very cute.

Looking at the blooming cherry blossoms swaying in the wind, I seemed to have become a cherry blossom fairy, dancing with my friends. Beautiful dance... Suddenly, my sister woke me up from my sweet dream with a greeting.

I love the beautiful cherry blossoms! 6. The cherry blossoms in Phoenix Lake are in bloom, a 600-word essay

The cherry blossoms in Phoenix Lake are in bloom

When I see the cherry blossoms again, the past is like a dream, and I feel like I have returned to that immature era. But my thoughts are lingering, and I can't let go of my thoughts. Time flies, and I am already a graceful young girl.

Have you ever remembered that the cherry blossoms in front of the courtyard were in full bloom that day? With pleasure, I hold hands with you and swing on the swing under the cherry blossom tree. Quietly staring at the blue sky, the white clouds are blooming, like a flock of sheep, like a galloping horse, leisurely and in high spirits; the flowers are dancing in the wind, flying all over the sky, graceful and fascinating. At this moment, beautiful memories envelope me: childishly and imaginatively, we count the scattered petals together, hold the petals gently in our hands, and slowly overflow with the taste of happiness. Poplars, green willows, grasses and flowers are filled with the colors of spring and embellish the restlessness of our youth. Who is it? I picked one quietly, smiled gently, and pinned it on the tip of my hair. The aroma wraps us up, and time condenses into an era called "happiness".

You gently held my hand and walked along the flower-filled avenue. The rustling sound under your feet told the story of the spring that we carry in our hearts. I stupidly picked up a cherry blossom and asked, "Are you afraid of being separated from your brothers and sisters when you leave your mother's arms? Does it hurt?" But I didn't know that what I was quietly picking up and asking about was our recent separation when we were young. ...

That evening, you suddenly came to my door. The bright smile of the past was no longer on your handsome face. You handed me a letter in a hurry and ran away. I didn't know why, but with a confused look on my face, I opened the letter in a hurry and read it in a hurry. Gradually, two lines of clear tears blurred your handwriting, and suddenly looking back, your hurried figure was no longer visible in the dimly lit place - you left, so quickly and cleanly. Time flies and you didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye. Thinking about it makes me very frustrated.

In spring, the earth turns green again when the snowflakes melt, and the cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky again, but now no matter how hard I search, I can't find the smell of the past.

Time flies, and I am still standing tall and graceful. At the end of the sunset is a touch of chrysanthemum red, which reminds me of my memories again. I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to recall the swing under the cherry blossom tree, I don’t want to recall the days when I had you... But I can’t forget it, your gentle smile, the innocence and joy of walking hand in hand. Dream...

Under the bustling branches, my longing is left - it is the eternal longing for you; the wind blurs my sight, but it cannot blur my desire for happiness. The memory of time. So, I gently picked a cherry blossom and pinned it to the tip of my hair, imagining that the fragrance of the past could once again warm my somewhat sad soul... 7. Essay on Cherry Blossoms in Bloom

In the falling snow In front of Mount Fuji, a tall cherry blossom tree stood in the wind and snow.

Looking along the branches, cherry blossoms in bud are sitting on the branches. The slightly unfolded petals are pink and white, and the tops of the petals are dark pink. Then, a little white jumps out, making it more vibrant.

If you look closer, you can see the stamens poking their heads. Several milky white stamens stood crowded among the petals, and the rain and dew made them haggard in advance, as if they would break at any time with the slightest touch.

Those cherry blossoms have not yet bloomed, but the baptism of the rain has made them look more beautiful, calling butterflies and birds. Night, quiet.

Even the sound of ants crawling can be heard. Sakura blossoms under the moonlight, blooming quietly, exuding its own unique fragrance. Tonight is a dance of flowers.

The cherry blossoms are blooming, and the sound is like the singing of winter. The next day, people will appreciate its beauty. Unfortunately, it will eventually fall, but I still want to tell you gently: "The cherry blossoms are blooming."

My heart is trembling for this trace of beauty. , and sad. 8. Write an essay on the topic of cherry blossoms

In the early morning, I stood on the windowsill, and the cherry blossoms that had bloomed in the distance smiled at me. It is already March, and the cherry blossoms are showing their delicate little faces. The cherry blossoms in March are so beautiful. The cherry blossom garden in the morning breeze is lively and beautiful.

Walking in the garden, the fragrance of cherry blossoms hits your nostrils. Each vibrant cherry blossom tree bloomed with beautiful flowers, and my eyes were overwhelmed. Some cherry blossoms had five single petals, and some were only as big as a copper coin. The pink petals and silver-white stamens are like Chinese wintersweet flowers; many layers of petals are put together, and the silver-white stamens are delicate and beautiful.

Ah, they are so beautiful, like the beautiful shining dancers of the ancient emperors. They bloom the essence of their lives at this moment, and then sleep contentedly!

The silver-white stamen is like a small pearl, crystal white and charming. I really want to sing a Japanese folk song "Sakura" in this world of cherry blossoms to express my happiness. The melody of the song sets off the current situation. How beautiful!

In front of you is a large cherry blossom tree, with a brown-black trunk and crisp and moving young leaves. The delicate and lovely petals and the blooming cherry blossoms are unique and arouse my imagination.

A breeze suddenly blew, and the petals fell quietly. They floated in the wind and flew all over the sky, as if petals were falling from the sky. That is the ocean of cherry blossoms, the world of cherry blossoms. I danced among the flowers and felt the beautiful name of Sakura Princess.

Cherry blossoms represent the friendship between China and Japan. These beautiful cherry blossoms come from Japan and grow on the rich land of China. Let this beautiful flower of friendship bloom all over the earth. May the friendship between China and Japan last forever like pines and cypresses, and be as delicate and sweet as cherry blossoms.

I love cherry blossoms and their beauty! 9. Semi-propositional composition outside the window

Reference website: The world outside the window A window separates two worlds. The person in the window finally went out and saw a beautiful world.

There was a little girl who was born with a disability. She was missing her left leg. Because of this, she had been staying at home with her parents for 7 years since she was a child. During these 7 years, her parents She takes good care of her. She likes to lie in front of the window and watch other children playing happily. She also wants to play, but her mother tells her that if she goes out to play, the children outside will laugh at her. Therefore, she gave up the idea of ??going out to play and sat at the table with peace of mind.

When she was 7 years old, it was time to go to first grade. She suddenly wanted to go to school. The kindergarten curriculum was easy to understand, and her mother knew it. When she was in first grade, her mother originally wanted to hire a tutor to teach her, but she didn’t. Thinking that she wanted to go out, in desperation, her mother once again told her that people's hearts are sinister and that no one would help her. She also described the green grass and blue sky outside the window as being like hell. The little girl was afraid and stopped talking. She still often lay in front of the window and looked, but she never saw anything scary outside, which confused her.

The little girl is very smart and learns quickly. The teacher speaks vividly and vividly, and often brings her some books to read. She likes to ask the teacher something about the world outside that she has never seen before. The teacher always patiently told her what she said, which made the little girl want to go out and have a look. She once again asked her mother to go to school, and the tutor also said that she was very smart and should go out. After being exposed to the new environment, her mother finally agreed to let her go to school. The next year, she got her wish and entered elementary school. The day before school started, her mother introduced her in detail how to go to school and which bus to take... She got up early the next day and came to the station to meet people. Even with her crutches, her seat was given to her. Someone helped her get on the bus. As soon as she entered the class, she was greeted with warm applause. She smiled, and she smiled happily. She finally saw another world that she had always wanted to see.

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I have been obsessed with cherry blossoms since I was a child. Looking at a cherry blossom alone, it is not beautiful or colorful enough. The simple petals are destined to never be as beautiful as roses and peonies. Simple The light pink color indicates that it will not be the protagonist in the colorful spring. There is no fragrance to attract bees and butterflies, and no charm to enchant people's hearts, so cherry blossoms are indeed much inferior to other flowers. But I love cherry blossoms because I have never I have never seen such a united flower. Sakura always loves to bloom one tree after another, in one city, one city or even one country. They will take over the entire spring, as if someone cast a spell, and a tree will be bloomed overnight. Decorated into a pink ball, it is very beautiful. People love cherry blossoms and always love the pink fairy tale of the whole tree. Indeed, it is so beautiful! Some people say that cherry blossoms are too delicate. They will choose warm weather like March to bloom, and their life is too short. Ten days is like a flash in the pan. Yes, I feel sorry for it too. But it blooms so well. Brilliant, so moving, not complaining about its various misfortunes, ignoring the existence of death, even when it is withering, it still has a sad beauty, taking light steps to draw a bright line in the air, like a pink-clad woman dancing gracefully, It's hard to imagine that it is facing, it is still smiling until the moment it falls... It has never been sad. Its heart is as pure and moving as its petals. The blooming and falling of cherry blossoms may only take a moment. , but it has become eternal in my heart... The Japanese's feelings for cherry blossoms have surpassed people's feelings for flowers. No other country is as obsessed with their national flower as they are. They think that dying drunk in the cherry rain is happiness. This is not an exaggeration at all, because the cherry blossoms are so amazing. Don’t look at it, it only lasts for only ten days.