Composition outside the window

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid an endless composition. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my composition about windows for your reference only. Let's have a look.

About the composition outside the window 1 There are many wonderful memories outside the window. The scenery outside also contains different reasons. -inscription

Many memories were left on the amber windowsill. Every time I look out of the window, my hand can't help resting on it, which seems to be a kind of dependence.

The pomegranate tree outside the window strengthened my belief. It seems that it has lived here for many years. It goes to Qiu Lai in spring, leaves in autumn and grows again in spring. It is not afraid of dead branches and trees in winter, because it clearly remembers that after every winter, it will inevitably usher in vibrant spring, leafy summer and fruitful autumn. Isn't this our life? Whenever you face setbacks, you must understand that there is bound to be spring for you after the difficulties. As the saying goes, "See the rainbow after the storm, and the sunshine always comes after the storm".

The subway site outside the window makes me very hard. The workers there work tirelessly day and night. They don't have winter and summer vacations, let alone holidays. Their job is to make people's lives more convenient and make our country more prosperous. Their construction site is only a small part, but they left a hard figure there. People who work are very beautiful. They firmly believe that their dreams will come true one day. The sentence "Since you choose a distant place, you only care about hardships and hardships" can't help but come to mind.

The kites released by the children outside the window let me see them and my dreams flying here. Follow the thin line to find his master, who is a child. The kite string in his hand is a bridge between him and his dream. The happiest thing in the world is to fight for the ideal!

Every time I look out of the window, I always see different scenes, such as the birth of new buds in spring, the blooming of flowers in summer, the falling of fallen leaves in autumn, the silvery world in winter, the clear sky in Wan Li during the day and the starry sky at night. Whenever I look out, I always feel different.

That windowsill is like a thick book, recording my wonderful memories outside the window. ...

The scenery outside the window is ordinary, but I think it has a unique charm.

This autumn is half a month ahead of schedule. People who wore short sleeves last month have put on long sleeves. The scenery outside the window is also big from childhood.

In the morning, before the sun came out, people got up early. The passing cars and people passed silently, quietly and flatly, which made my heart at the window light but comfortable, and so did the music in my ear. The orange lights and swaying leaves on the roadside staged a wonderful movie. In the river not far from the window, reeds twist their waists and dance with the wind, making a swish sound, like a musical instrument, which continues to make a beautiful sound.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the cross on the top of the distant church, I knew that the believers inside had begun to be baptized. The lawn closest to the window was yellow and withered a few days ago. When I thought the grass would never be green again, they revived overnight in this early autumn. What a tenacious vitality! When the sun rises in the morning, there are more people on the road. I know I will go to the school that can change my fate with my bag on my back.

In the evening, before I finish my homework and go to bed, I always sit by the window and turn off all the lights. At present, there are only orange street lamps, bright car lights and different cold and warm lights in the neighbor's room. A little further, the five-color lamp specially installed in Maanshan seems to be full of colorful flowers in front of me, which is very beautiful! Vehicles and people are not as busy as in the morning, and everything slows down. Ears are the chirping of vehicles and the sound of children playing on the lawn downstairs. There are clear waves on the lake. Although this scene is ordinary, it is colorful and crowded with people.

I am not everyone, and I can't describe this scene with beautiful words, but the plain little scene is more desirable.

About the composition outside the window 3 Is it a peach blossom outside the window? Have the willows sprouted outside the window? Is the hibernating bear awake outside the window? Is the epidemic outside the window under control? I am imprisoned at home by novel coronavirus every day. How much has changed outside the window? I don't know, either.

It should be the season for children to play outside the window, but because of the outbreak of novel coronavirus, there is no one in the streets. Looking out of the window, the whole street was deserted and quiet, and the doors of every household were closed. Because of the outbreak of novel coronavirus, the whole town was shrouded in panic and anxiety. There are no firecrackers outside the window, no one visits the door to pay New Year greetings, and no one goes out to travel, so they can only stay at home quietly. Fewer and fewer lanterns and holiday banners are burning, replaced by many warning signs, such as "No Crowding", "No Entry for Foreigners" and "Registration for Foreigners". Looking out from the window, it is no longer the full-fledged China red, but the "mask white" that passes by in a hurry.

Now it should be a rape field in Huang Chengcheng outside the window, with swallows flying overhead and peach blossoms outshining each other ... It should be a colorful world, a world full of spring flowers, a world where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant ... Farmers should have a smile on their faces and worked hard in the vegetable garden. Now the season should be as beautiful as the "Herb Garden" written by Mr. Lu Xun. However, the real world is so quiet because of the appearance of novel coronavirus. It makes the prodigal son unable to return to his hometown, the festive atmosphere disappears completely, and the fertile land becomes barren. But I believe that this is just the darkness before dawn. Now that darkness has come, can dawn be far behind? The virus is just a "paper tiger", and we will definitely defeat it. The Year of the Rat just gave us a fright, but we can't bow to it.

2020 is destined to be dull and extraordinary, cold and cheerless but not indifferent, quiet and not calm. Although there will be many difficulties, I still believe that the people of China will work together to overcome them.

I was trapped in the window, and my heart was filled with emotion. Looking up, the little willow outside the window is still swaying in the wind. It is waving to me.

In the morning, a beam of sunshine shines on my bed. I opened my eyes dimly and came to the window. Outside the window, the community is brand-new, birds are flying freely, plum blossoms are particularly conspicuous and red, and there are crystal dew on the petals.

Plum blossoms exude intoxicating fragrance, one after another, which is particularly conspicuous and beautiful against the background of white snow. Such a strong plum blossom naturally reminds me.

When I was a child, I enjoyed plum blossoms in the plum garden in my hometown. After the heavy rain washed away, the plum garden was like a carpet, full of plum petals, scattered in red, white and yellow, which was very pleasing to the eye. A breeze blew, and the plum petals of a tree fell, as if in the next petal rain. Being in it is like being in a colorful fantasy.

Such a strong plum blossom can smile beautifully in the cold winter, and its tenacious spirit is really remarkable.

After the heavy rain, some plum blossoms are still standing, which reminds me of myself. In the past, every time I met a problem, I asked my parents to come and explain it to me instead of trying to solve it myself. In fact, the topic I don't understand is just a simple question I learned, in a different form, but I didn't continue to think or use my head. I am so small in front of the plum blossom standing proudly in the rain and snow.

Gradually, in front of me, it is the plum blossom in the community. These plum blossoms not only told me to persevere in the face of difficulties, but also aroused my deep memories.

About Composition 5 Standing in front of the window, opening the window, feeling the wind blowing, drip irrigation of rain and sunshine, this is undoubtedly my relaxing resort. I failed in this exam. I stood at the window again and looked into the distance.

In the distance is the first touch of green in spring, which seems to shine and attract people's attention. It stands out like a star in the vast universe, showing its unique beauty. The vibrant spring grass came into view, the hope in my heart germinated, and the dusty world was lit up. In a trance, it rained lightly in the sky. As the saying goes, when the spring rain comes, spring will follow. The touch of green washed away by the rain is even more dazzling, standing proudly and being baptized by the spring rain.

The rain stopped, a rainbow appeared on the horizon, and the world became clear. That touch of green thrives against the sun. That is the green that has experienced wind and rain, that is the green of victory, and that is the green that makes people full of fighting spirit. That kind of green, green has different repercussions, green makes people relaxed and feel warm.

"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfires never completely consume them, and the spring breeze is endless. " . This is the embodiment of grass's struggle with reality and its unwillingness to be ordinary. In my mind, grass is a symbol of unyielding and a manifestation of life. "Green grass" is my favorite scene, and it is a place full of beauty and hope. Now, this touch of green brings me unyielding faith, hope for the future, a lamp that illuminates my heart and a star that accompanies me.

I stood at the window, looking at the touch of green outside the window. With the singing of birds, my world is no longer gloomy as I wish. With the stars shining, I will succeed, too.

About the composition outside the window 6 There is a window facing the old street in the old house in my hometown. It is like a social stage, and new plays are put on every day.

When I was a child, I played in the old house. Whenever I am tired of playing, I will lie prone on the window and look at the crowded and bustling old street from the third floor. Almost every time I stick my head out and look around, there will be a messy sound, like a market, which is very lively. Even until 9 pm 10.

In the morning, I was awakened by shouts, and a white fog had risen in the steamed stuffed bun shop. At noon, noisy voices urged me to eat quickly. In the afternoon, the call of my friends attracted me to the window, showing me people's leisurely life.

I remember one time, I stuck my head out of that small window, and the scene in front of me made me unforgettable.

That afternoon, I felt bored, so I habitually walked to the small window and the sun shone on my face. I looked at the bustling old street outside the window, and somehow, I was gradually dazzled. The colorful clothes of the elderly, the colors of young people's suits and ties, cars and stalls are condensed in my eyes. "Didi-",a car horn acts as a pair of glasses. I watched the window carefully, looking for the "clues" of new things. It turned out to be a car.

The red car honked its horn and turned on and off the lights, as if it was going to rush up without giving way to him. The noise of the old street turned into noise, and people made way one after another, as if whispering something.

A dog came and was squashed by a red car, barking. I am a dog! Seeing that my "compatriots" are so miserable, I can't wait to throw my chair on the red roof on tiptoe. "Sorry, everyone, someone in the car needs first aid, everyone!" The driver of the red car said. Hearing the word "first aid", the dog stopped barking, and people quickly gave way, and the sugar-coated gourd dealer hurriedly pushed the car back; The hotel owner lets people into the hotel and tries to widen the passage; Even grandparents quickly retreated inside.

My fire was gone, and the red car drove away, leaving the driver in the car to shout "thank you!" " " ……

On the social dance platform outside the window, people in the old street are playing a play that works at sunrise and stops at sunset, helping each other.

Composition 7 outside the window is a song, a beautiful song, a happy song, a nervous song and a lively song.

Outside the window, a beautiful song. Looking into the distance along the window, you can see large tracts of grass, which are green and especially beautiful under the sunlight. Of course, there are windmills dancing on the grass, which are commensurate with the green grass. Why not beautiful? There is also a castle next to the windmill. I think there must be a princess and a prince living there and living a happy life.

Outside the window, a happy song. Listen, bursts of laughter came. The laughter in the field is the hearty laughter of the farmer's uncle after the harvest; Laughter on campus, it is laughter after harvesting knowledge and friends; The laughter in the room is the happy laughter of the whole family; Laughter in the army, that's the laughter of soldiers fighting side by side with their brothers. Outside the window, laughter, why not?

Outside the window, a cheerful song. In supermarkets, vegetable markets and roads, where is not a lively scene? Some people are shopping, some are selling things, and some are basking in the sun. Everyone has a smile on his face. This became a cheerful song. Prosperous, lively and happy, this is our life.

It's really a beautiful song outside the window, and we need to listen to it attentively. The window is full of our endless imagination: do the prince and princess really live happily together? I hope so. I hope we can live in a fairy tale and imagine it is outside the window, so that it can become a beautiful song.

After finishing my homework today, I think, what should I do? Watching TV is boring. Going out to play is too tired. Let's open the window and get some air! As soon as I opened the window, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me.

Through the window, I saw rows of willows sprouting. From a distance, rows of willows were blown by the wind, propping up her soft body. Pines and cypresses are still dark green, so green and so tall, as if they were soldiers, guarding our homeland forever. The flowers are so bright, so brilliant and so unforgettable. Look at the white magnolia standing proudly, like a girl in white gauze, graceful, refreshing and holy. Flying butterflies left footprints on beautiful flowers. I suddenly smelled a smell of earth. Compared with here, high-rise buildings are much inferior.

Through the window, I see tall buildings standing on the horizon, manipulating the human world like giants, so that lonely and helpless people can only see a sky. How big is the sky? This is a question that I have been thinking about.

Through the window, I saw the children very happy and laughing heartily. I really envy those innocent and lively children who can enjoy themselves like that without asking anything. They are so lovely and beautiful among the red flowers and green grass. They play in the water to show their passion; They are rolling, and their red faces show great vitality; They are skipping rope, and you can see their intelligence and happiness from their jumping feet. ...

When I came back, I still saw the scene-flowers, grass, trees and wood outside a window.

About the composition outside the window 9 The sky outside the window is gloomy, and dark clouds cover the sun, indicating the arrival of a sudden storm. ...

The weather in summer is like a monkey's face-it changes when you say it. One second, the sun is shining, the next, dark clouds drive the sun home, and the next, the rain is "ticking".

I sat on the table by the window and solved an extremely complicated Olympic math contest, using equations. After dozens of minutes of "fighting", I found that I couldn't solve the numerical value represented at all. No, I couldn't work it out with a formula, but I used Pythagorean theorem-even the strange square root was used in the end? "What's the problem? Well, I won't do it. " I slammed my pen on the table, got up, turned to the window and began to linger in the street.

Suddenly, an old figure appeared in the empty street, holding an umbrella and riding an old tricycle. The "squeak" sound of the scooter rang, echoing in the street for a long time and knocking on my heart for a long time. The back seat was wrapped in ponchos, revealing a figure. The tricycle crawled slowly in the rain curtain like a snail. Soon, the old man stopped the car, as if to identify something. The old man opened the poncho-it was his grandson. They huddled in the long corridor of a private house, looked at their unscathed grandson and smiled. I also smiled, but with a hint of bitterness.

I turned to my desk and thought: I will face the wind and rain, overcome difficulties, and finally I will smile. Isn't that what it is to do the problem? As long as you are bold and cautious, I believe I can solve any problem!

The pen rustled and then I smiled. Outside the window, a colorful rainbow crossed the horizon, which was extremely beautiful. ...

About the composition outside the window 10 Every time golden light shines through the window, a new day comes. I opened the window, and a fragrance of trees came to my face, taking away the filth and bringing warmth.

Outside the window are some elms covered with dark green elm pods. Birds stop in the trees from time to time, twittering and chirping. The sky is blue and clear, and several white clouds are floating in the sky with different shapes, passing gently in the direction of the wind. Sunshine has become the master of the whole world, sometimes gentle, sometimes strong, sometimes hiding behind clouds to rest, full of air. Although the window is not bustling, it is simple and transparent, natural and comfortable.

At this time, I like to lie quietly on the windowsill and think about some things, calmly thinking about scenes, one by one, a little bit, a wisp of things. My heart is as clear as the sky and as light as white clouds. I don't think everyone can enjoy such a time. Doctors and nurses who have just left the night shift, workers who have just left the workshop, farmers who work in the fields day and night ... With this in mind, I am determined to study hard and live up to the good times.

The four seasons outside the window have different scenery and give people different feelings. In spring, the elm has just turned green. After a winter's silence, the scenery outside the window came alive again. The returning birds have their sweet voices again. The sky was exceptionally clear and the wind gradually softened. When summer comes with fierce steps, those elms are also thick and green, the sun is scorching the earth, and the wind is a rare enjoyment; In autumn, elm pods full of trees are ripe, yellow leaves fly back to the roots, birds become scarce, and the wind is mixed with some cold breath.

When winter comes, I look at the elm trees outside the window, leaving only a few stubborn elm leaves. I still miss my mother's arms and tremble in the cold wind. Suddenly I heard a bird singing, and I thought, are there any birds that are not afraid of the cold? After listening carefully, I found that it was the cry of an electronic watch. It's time for school. I quickly picked up my schoolbag, walked out of the house, walked into the scenery outside the window, and began to prepare for a day of intense study.

About the composition outside the window 1 1 A drizzle outside the window; Gentle spring breeze; Green life; Blue sky; Gentle You Ya showed me life.

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Campus life in junior high school. Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. The trees on campus also thrive in the wet spring rain, which also moistens our hearts and brings us troubles all day.

Outside the window, a new life was born. In a corner of the campus, a petite life grows there. This is a small tree species that once took root here in the spring breeze. After the baptism of wind and rain, it has now broken ground. It will grow into a towering tree like its predecessors.

It works hard, it can withstand the wind and rain, and it is not afraid of any difficulties. It wants to realize its dream. It endured great pain and desperately put its roots into the thick soil to make itself stand more stable. He never flinched under the attack of strong wind. The stronger the wind, the stronger his will, making himself stronger, just like a pine and cypress, not bowing his head.

I was deeply impressed by its spirit. Instead of giving in to all kinds of setbacks, it is ready. Shouldn't we also learn the indomitable spirit of this small sapling in our life and study?

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The small trees outside the window can't stand the test of wind and rain. How can they realize their dreams? How can we stand on this blue sky?

On the long road of life, we still have a lot of storms to experience. Just like this little tree, it has to undergo the baptism of wind and rain. However, without firm will and confidence, you will land in the sky of life as a free body.

Outside the window, a small tree is thriving, and I am like a young eagle fighting the wind and rain in the sky.

About the composition outside the window 12 In early spring, Chen Xing's parents took her to the bustling city. Chen Xing thought that city life would be quiet and dull, but when she opened the window on the right, a vibrant scene came into view-a forest.

The stars are ecstatic, no matter who looks at this forest, they can't help falling in love with it! First, Miss Liu danced in the wind, with long green leaves lined with thin branches, like fluttering ribbons. Then there is the river like a mirror, a mirror, a mirror, clear and clean without a trace of dust. You can see your reflection very clearly in front of this clear mirror. Miss goldfish is a permanent resident here. She often wears gorgeous glazed raincoats and dives with colorful tails in ballet. The flowers on both sides of the river are as many as the stars in the sky, as beautiful as the rainbow on the horizon, as red as fire, as yellow as gold, as white as snow and as pink as chardonnay. Peach blossom, pear blossom, a bunch of red flowers, winter jasmine ... countless, and many small flowers that the stars don't know. On the other side of the river is a forest as dense as a square. Birds are singing happily over the forest. There are some animal sounds in the forest. The star said to himself, "This sound should be made when the deer and the rabbit are playing ..."

Suddenly, a bird flew in by mistake and the stars held it in their hands. The bird trembled with fear, and the stars touched it gently. After a while, the bird stopped being afraid and chirped, as if telling the stars about the strange things in the forest. So the star made an animal friend.

I saw that the forest was bare, and the small animals had no home, so they all ran away. The birds are gone, and their sweet songs can no longer be heard. The waste water from the factory flows into the river, and the garbage is thrown into the river. The river became dirty, smelly and black. Goldfish suffered heavy casualties, and Miss Liu's long hair was broken, which became a gathering place for mosquitoes and flies.

Regarding the composition 13 outside the window, I haven't touched black and white keys for a long time, which is a bit strange and a bit scary. Every time I walk to this piano, I can't help but recall what my strange aunt scolded that day. "... just like you, it's useless to practice if you don't continue ..." The dense notes are still quietly leaning on the staff, and Ye Ying gently lies on the page, shaking a few times from time to time. Everything seems so quiet, but it is so noisy.

Look out the window. "Wow-wow-"The morning breeze blew through the branches, the leaves greeted each other, and the shadows on the book jumped up. The fog in the morning has dissipated, leaving only the sun wandering alone on the earth. It plays with the leaves, the breeze blows from time to time, the leaves sway with the wind, and every beam of sunshine runs with them. That tree is not tall, just a jujube tree, which was planted by grandparents together.

When this tree was first planted, it was still very thin. No matter how carefully grandparents take care of it, it is still half dead and left to its own devices. Originally, my grandparents wanted to dig it out, but with so many things at hand, they forgot. When they were ready to dig it out, it had sprouted. Does it know they gave up? Don't want it? So it has to prove that it is not a coward, and it can still go strong without relying on them!

This tree must have experienced a lot of wind and rain from a small sapling to such a high height. I wonder if it will never give up under the baptism of wind and rain? I don't know if it is in the bottleneck period of growth. Have you ever thought about giving up? I wonder if he will be happy with his decision after all these difficulties?

The sun shines on the leaves, and their leaves look greener, but they are inevitably vicissitudes. The breeze blew through its treetops. It looked beautiful, but it seemed weak. It's a tree rooted in this yard. It looks lonely, but it's a little happy when it's gone.

No, it was lonely at that time, but I still had family and friends who always supported me. Whether I should continue to practice or not is my own decision, which is beyond the control of a stranger. A tree that can only work hard on its own is still so strong, so why don't I work hard?

About the composition 14 outside the window, it is ticking like a beating little note. Open the window, close your eyes and take a deep breath. The air is so fresh, and the things around it are so refreshing. Looking up at the sky, the rain gently slipped from the blue sky like silk, and then looked down at the ground. Rain is like a crystal-clear "pearl", which is accidentally knocked down by people wearing necklaces and scattered all over the world.

Everything is so beautiful and comfortable. ...

Put on MP4 headphones and lie on the sofa to relax. The small desk lamp glows softly in the room, listening to soft music. I fell asleep slowly. In my dream, I saw Beethoven playing the moonlight, and there was an involuntary scene in front of me: the endless sea suddenly became rough, and then it was touched by a beam of moonlight and slowly calmed down. Although I finished playing, I haven't recovered yet. Then I heard Chopin's Mazzuca in F minor. Then a faint sadness quietly spread in my heart, mixed with the last thoughts of my old country and relatives.

It's good to go for a walk in the country once in a while during the holiday. Walking on the muddy narrow path, I bent down to pick a wild chrysanthemum and smelled its faint fragrance. The whole person is relaxed. When the weather is fine, you can invite a few friends, take a digital camera and take a souvenir in such a beautiful scenery. You can also do it in the open-air juice shop on the top of the mountain, drink sweet juice and enjoy the gentle breeze in Hexi. How comfortable.

I like rain, music and nature very much. I hope I can blend in with the picture one day.

On the composition 15 outside the window in the morning, everything outside the window was called by the faint light, and everything was hazy. A cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but get goose bumps. When the sun comes out, everything wakes up and the sun shines on everything. They must be warm! A ray of sunshine shines on my face and I like to absorb it. Wow! It's like being in heaven. There is no cold, no darkness, only warmth and light. The acne disappeared.

The sun is getting stronger and everything starts a new day. Looking down, the grass seems to gather together and whisper, and some turn their heads away like quarrels, ignoring other grass; Some people think chatting is boring, so they play games by themselves.

Looking up, a small part of Sun's father-in-law was blocked by clouds, as if he saw natural enemies and hid behind Sister Yun in fear. I looked at Sister Yun Yun with a wry smile again, huh? Oh-because she is the natural enemy of the sun, Grandpa Sun took it seriously.

When I look out, the first thing I see is a big lake. In the sunshine, the lake is very beautiful and sparkling, and the stones beside it set off her unique charm.

A little girl came to the lake. She is wearing a white dress and carrying a small bucket full of water. Huh? Ah! There is a little goldfish in it. She must want to release small animals. She must have found the dying fish in a small puddle on the side of the road. She quickly found a bucket full of water, and then ... when I filled the picture in my mind, the little girl had already left. I can see a red and yellow figure swimming happily in the lake from a distance ... how peaceful and beautiful everything is!