The world composition outside the window 500 words 1 subconscious action gradually turned into unprovoked desire. I don't know why, the scenery outside the window seems to hook my heart, so I can't escape its temptation.
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I always like to sit by the window, because the air in the room is too turbid, and my ten fingertips are full of depression. It's different outside the window: the breeze blowing in spring, the fragrance of flowers blooming in summer, the sweetness of fruits in early autumn, the falling snowflakes in winter … The world outside the window is so beautiful!
In the early morning of spring, in the morning light, the teacher felt full of tension in preparing for the exam. I always like to open the window when I am tired of reviewing and look at the rising sun and silky sunrise in Ran Ran on the eastern horizon. After a while, the old people who did morning exercises came out, and the graceful figure was still full of vitality; The peddler came out, and the loud hawking woke up the birds sleeping in the morning; The children who went to school came out, and their childish faces were full of desire for knowledge.
In the summer afternoon, the classroom of dozens of people is like a big steamer, so stuffy! Looking out the window, my eyes are full of colorful flowers, and my heart is relieved and calm. The younger brothers and sisters of the preschool class are playing on the playground, and the crisp laughter and the chirping sound of cicada "cicada, cicada …" have become a unique movement in summer. Isn't it the best time to write an article?
In the autumn evening, my heart is overwhelmed by the mountains of homework. Simply open the window, the night breeze blows gently, and several pages of manuscript paper are disturbed. The window is half bright and half dark, and the silhouette of maple trees in the forest is faintly visible. The lights in the distance are warmer and tired eyes have a rest. Take a deep breath and take a cool breath. Looking back at the exercise book on the desk, it is also very cute and no longer annoying.
On winter nights, the radiator releases sleepy and lifeless warmth. I just finished my homework and yawned all over the sky. I opened the window a little, and a cold wind blew, and I felt cold and sleepy. It's not a few chilly snowflakes floating in, it's a child in winter, and it's the spirit of snow!
The world outside the window, the seasons alternate. I love the youth in spring, the maturity in summer, the desolation in autumn and the loneliness in winter.
The world outside the window affected my feelings.
The world composition outside the window 500 words 2 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 500 words 3 "Be careful, don't fall." I put down my book and looked out of the window. A mother held the toddler carefully. Step by step, it is so warm, revealing the deep love of mother.
Another quiet afternoon, I took a favorite book and sat in a chair by the window. Turn over the book carefully, for fear of breaking it, and the big tree in front of the window rustles. Everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. I heard a young voice crying loudly. What's wrong with that? I put down my book and looked out of the window. It turned out that the little boy was learning to ride a bike, and he lost his patience after falling down one after another. At this time, his mother came out, comforted him softly, tidied up his clothes, and held the little boy carefully to keep him balanced. Finally, the little boy learned. He smiled happily, and so did his mother. The smile on his son is full of love and pride.
I remembered what Lincoln said: "Everything I have and everything I can have is due to my angel mother."
Mother gives you warmth on your way to pursue your dreams; Give you a shoulder to relax when you are most tired; Give you a tissue when you are most sad; When you get grades, share happiness with her. ...
On the road to growth, there are bumps and setbacks, but having a mother will not be uncomfortable.
However, mothers will get old. I saw some white hairs on my mother's head and wrinkles on her beautiful face. Looking at my mother outside the window is the background of struggle, which makes me more bitter and heartbroken.
I put down my smile and looked out of the window. A woman of about 25 years old is holding an elderly grandmother and walking slowly step by step. Take the road full of love; Step by step, it's like traveling around the world. ...
At this time, the window is full of love and children's companionship and feedback. ...
I also want to reflect on whether we can accompany our parents for a walk in the community when they are old. ...
At this time, out of the window, like the transmission of love, let you reflect on the return to your parents.
There is a window in the study at home. I am used to sitting on the wooden chair in the study room doing my homework. I often watch the sunset outside the window disappear into my sight bit by bit.
That day, I sat on a wooden chair and looked at piles of homework in front of me. I can't help sighing and saying to myself, "This semester is almost over!" I turned over my homework, picked up a pen and began to write, looking out of the window from time to time. Ah, if I were a bird, how good it would be, so that I can put aside my troubles and fly to the distant place of poetry without worry. But imagination belongs to imagination, and birds have to be born. I thought like this, while writing my homework, suddenly there was a burst of children's laughter in my ear, "Ha ha ha!" " "I looked out of the window and saw several children playing games downstairs. How I envy them at this time! As the sun sets, the room darkens and the clouds float away, but more than half of the homework is left. If homework can float away with the clouds, it will be a wonderful thing for me to go to the ends of the earth with the clouds forever and go to places I can't see. Even if it is impossible, please let me have such a beautiful dream!
The sky outside the window is getting dark. I rubbed my eyes to cheer up, only reciting, the most annoying thing, but I couldn't help it. I will have a dictation at noon tomorrow! I took a deep breath. I read it and recited it several times. I looked up and was surprised to find that the clock on the wall had stopped at eight o'clock, and the window had become like a black hole, as if it were bottomless. It's terrible.
I put my hand on my cheek, closed my eyes and thought: Everything outside the window is free, but why am I not free? At that time, I saw the birds passing by again. After all kinds of hardships, I will eventually fly to the other side of success. My mouth is slightly raised, yes, one day I will fly out of the window and fly freely!
The world composition outside the window 500 words 5 Early in the morning, when I opened the window, the fresh air came to my face. Looking at the scenery outside the window, my mood suddenly doubled.
I haven't seen the scenery outside the window seriously for a long time. It's autumn now. Rows of small willows downstairs are covered with yellow leaves and slowly float down from the air, like fairies, beautiful. The grass downstairs is still so tall and straight, and rows of neat grass spread a green blanket on the boring land. The green Parthenocissus tricuspidata is struggling to climb against the low wall, and some of them seem to be exhausted and golden. These beautiful scenery make up a beautiful picture, great!
The laughter of my uncles and aunts downstairs came to my ears. The uncles planted flags and threw themselves into the world of chess. The aunts also held small tables and played cards under the willows. Their serious expressions make the autumn scenery have a perfect moment in his paintings.
The windows in the evening are more beautiful, and the sunset has slowly set from the west. It illuminates countless windows with that beautiful afterglow, ah! It's so beautiful, the white clouds in the sky are moving slowly. The sun sets slowly, the moon rises slowly, and countless bright stars are escorting the moon.
The moon hangs in the night sky and shines on the earth, which is beautiful. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I was actually counting the stars under the night sky. Maybe boring, maybe killing time. In a blink of an eye, a silly child has become a junior high school student.
The world outside the window is wonderful, but there is not much time to see them. When you are bored, you can use the internet to relieve boredom, or you can look out the window. But I think we should spend more time observing the outside world and less time entertaining ourselves with the Internet. The world outside the window is so beautiful that we need to watch it.
How many stormy nights, I asked myself that I didn't live up to my expectations, but I didn't find the world outside the window so wonderful; How many sunny days, I wandered alone on the campus avenue, but I didn't find the charm of the world outside the campus-outside the window; How many illusory dreams, I am like a wandering in a daze, never trudging through the world outside the window.
Later, I found a creature flapping its wings quietly in the world outside the window. It's like an elf still standing in a pool of blood. It seems to be pursuing the mystery and flying melody of Dunhuang murals a thousand years ago with thoughtful feelings. The artistic conception of "a grass comes out of water, Wu Dai is in the wind" immediately took root in my shallow mind. I can't help but marvel at how profound and thought-provoking the world outside the window is. My consciousness immediately told me that the name of this creature was butterfly. Sometimes I mistake myself for a butterfly flower. On the spacious avenue, in the antique garden, I exude a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of gardenia, which instantly permeates the whole space. I thought: Is this the spiritual world God gave me? Or the farewell of former butterfly friends? If I say it's heaven again, I can't say it clearly. ...
Some people say that a flower is a world; A beautiful flower is a beautiful world. This world is the world outside the window, the world outside the window of the soul. I am eager to pick up an ordinary and extraordinary pen in the dead of night and pour out my emotional waves in Tian Zi Square; I prefer to use distant thinking to freeze my fragile mind and the world outside the window in poetry.
I gradually feel that the world outside the window is the life source of my spiritual pillar. May the world be colorful and full of endless water of life.
Gradually, I feel that the world outside the window is like my footprints lost in a meditation paradise on the vast Gobi desert, and then I see the long scene of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen".
Ah! The world outside the window, I hope to have a beautiful dream for the world to remember. ...
How lively the world outside the window is, but the small classroom is so silent. When the bell rang, the whole campus was completely different. It is no longer the sound of books, but the students are singing and laughing everywhere outside the window.
Outside the window, a warm picture immediately appeared in front of my eyes. A female classmate in the next class saw a little brother sitting on the ground crying. She looked at her little brother's hand. It turned out that he accidentally cut his hand. She immediately went up to her little brother and said kindly, "What class are you in? Why did you run to the fourth floor? Does your hand hurt? Do you want to go to the infirmary? " The little brother wiped the tears on his face and replied, "I'm in Class 30 1. I'm here to see my brother. I was accidentally scratched by the sharp mouth of the next tile, and now it doesn't hurt. " She said, "That's great! Don't run around here in the future. By the way, did your brother find it? " The little brother said, "I found it. I just want to go back. Unexpectedly, my hand was accidentally cut. " She said, "Then go home! Class is coming soon, and if your teacher can't find you, she will be very worried. " Say that finish, little brother ran to his classroom.
In the distance, a blue figure turned her head and waved to her. Seems to be expressing his gratitude. And she also smiled, and refused to leave until the blue shadow disappeared in front of her eyes.
I was shocked and thought, "If only there were many people at school who would help my classmates!" "Just when my thoughts were ups and downs, the bell of class hooked my little fish out of the river like a fishhook. This is a music lesson. In the wonderful sound of the piano, I remembered what happened after class and the cordial greetings from the classmates next door. I can't help but get lost in thought again.
The window is so colorful, warm and happy. Not only outside the classroom window, but also outside the home window is unique. Things outside the classroom window let me know that someone is in trouble, and we should try our best to help him.
In the early morning, I opened the curtains and windows, and the breeze blew gently, with a faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which made me suddenly awake.
Looking up, the sky is blue and white clouds are floating in the air like cotton candy. The sun shines on the treetops through the clouds, and the shadows of the trees dance beautifully. Birds fly through the air from time to time and chirp, as if to remind people to get up quickly. Flowers are in full bloom in the distant garden, colorful lantana attracts butterflies to dance, and bees are busy collecting honey. The pink orange stalks are swaying gently in the breeze, as if to greet the pedestrians on the road: it's really a good weather in autumn! Bundles of yellow osmanthus are hung between the branches and leaves, and each bundle has more than a dozen flowers, like yellow crystals. Shake it by hand, and the petals float down like rain. It's beautiful! Sprinkle it on your body, and it smells good, much better than your mother's perfume, because it has a natural taste. I especially like this yellow osmanthus, because it can make many delicious foods, such as osmanthus dew, osmanthus tea and Osmanthus Jelly. ...
Looking down, I saw the children playing happily. Some are swinging, some are walking on wooden bridges, some are sliding on slides, and some are jumping together on a long rope ... They are all in high spirits and laughter is spreading everywhere. My favorite thing to play is swinging. Whenever I finish my homework, my mother will go downstairs and take me to swing for a while. Sitting on the swing, my body swings into the air, and I feel my heart fly with it. I couldn't help laughing happily. The old man sitting next to him chatted one by one, and even if he didn't know him, he would have a lively chat, and the neighborhood feelings came out like this. Of course, there are also old people who come out to exercise, play Tai Chi and run, and all have a good time.
Looking out of the window, looking at the green world outside the window, I held the windowsill in my hand and smiled at this green world, a thriving world, thanking it for giving us such a beautiful world. ...
The world composition outside the window 500 words 9 from a kid to a lively and lovely little girl. In the process of growing up, I also had many beautiful reverie outside the window. Today, I sat by the window and enjoyed the scenery outside.
In the morning, as soon as I sat by the window, my mother came into my room and gently said to me, "Mom and Dad are going out to work, so stay at home." I bought you bread and milk. You can eat it when you are hungry. " After that, my mother left and the door was locked by her.
I stayed at home bored and looked out of the window. Unconsciously sitting on the machine of time and space, my heart seems to drift in pieces of fragmented memories. It's really comforting to recall these past events.
When I was five years old, I sat at the window and looked at the endless sky, the fiery red sun, the rural farm and the crystal clear stream. With the wind, I turned the countryside into an ocean of thoughts and let me swim in the ocean. Suddenly, the beautiful picture in front of me disappeared, like a group of naughty children knocking the lamp over the ground playfully.
I am back in the real world. I look up at the blue sky and white clouds again. The sun shone on my cheek and made me smile brightly.
After a while, I really want to hear a slight door opening sound. Sure enough, the door opened and gave me a fright. Mom came in and said, "Honey, how was your day?" The world outside the window needs you to observe, feel and discover. Tomorrow, mom will go for a walk outside the window with you, ok? ""good! " I clap my hands for joy.
The world outside the window is beautiful, but I prefer the taste of happiness from my family.
The world composition outside the window 500 words 10 Sitting in the window seat, every time I look out of the window every day, these two huge trees hold up a green umbrella, with lush green leaves and lazily stretching their leaves in the sun. A gust of wind blew, and the tree struggled against its unshakable fate, shaking its branches hard, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a "rustling, rustling" sound. In autumn, the tree still insists on swaying, and the dying life clings to the branches. A yellow leaf can't save the sad ending after all, and it is reluctant to fall with the wind. Although there was a sigh at the moment I left the tree, I finally willingly "returned to my roots."
Sometimes, there will be one or two birds standing on the branch and singing happily, without the shackles of golden cages and ready-made food provided by their owners. There is no sadness of "hating Guan Yu for not flying" in happy singing. The door of the blue sky is always open for them, and they can flutter their wings and chase clouds at any time.
In front of uncle is a dense bamboo forest. In the process of bamboo growth, every once in a while, it will break away from the shell and grow taller. It doesn't want to stick to the narrow space in its shell, but wants to grow to a higher place. It will not be persuaded by any difficulties, and it pursues a free life.
Looking around, the most striking thing is a bare trunk among the trees, with some dead branches sticking out from it. Although its life is coming to an end, it still holds on to its trunk indomitable, even in the severe winter.
The world outside the window is so colorful and beautiful, but there is always a layer of glass between me and the window. Although transparent, there is always a distance.
500 words 1 1 There is not a hibiscus tree with small red flowers outside my window, nor is there a piece of red bougainvillea. There is only a pot of onions and a pot of short onions outside my window.
I planted the onion a month ago. I seldom take care of it, only occasionally pluck its yellow leaves. A few days ago, the destroyer Xuefeng blew, and the potted plants of the family opposite the building were ruthlessly hit to the ground by the strong wind. My heart is shaking, thinking of the can of onions under the corner outside the window. I gently pushed open the window and glanced at the pot of onions. As I expected, those onions dried up and died, and the strong wind blew them up last night.
I walked down the stairs and looked at the short onion. I really want to pull them out and throw them away. I don't like onions, but I just want to learn from some literati. I stared at the green onion and didn't know whether to throw it or keep it. Looking at it, an inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart. Although these small creatures have been eroded by wind and rain, there are still several green onions standing proudly among weeds. Like all living things, they long for the sunshine after the storm. People can only see golden laurel and silver laurel in the street, but gradually forget a pot of powerful onions in the corner. They are very small, but their stems and leaves are full of strong and simple love and pursuit of life!
Everything in the world is equal. Onions also have life. It deserves a beautiful life, just like the flowers in the street. Why should I kill it? Why am I entangled in a meaningless question here? It is better to go back to the window, do more topics and read more books for a while. "It's also a flower." I turned around and thought silently.
Although I am young, I have the right to bloom my beauty. Everyone is the only flower in the world.
I have a small room, or it can be said that a small room binds me. I have known since I was a child that I am different from others. I don't like the noise outside, the dust raised outside, the garbage everywhere outside ... in short, I don't like everything outside. I like my small room, quiet and peaceful. In an empty room, there will always be my busy figure. My little room is spotless. Then I admire the tidy room.
I don't like sunshine. It always enters the house unscrupulously, making the gentle hut light up. It always stings my eyes. So, I closed the curtains. Sunshine, I don't welcome you either.
I don't like wind. Inadvertently, I blew up the neatly arranged test papers and scattered them all over the floor. So, I closed the window. Feng, you are not welcome either.
I am the only one left in such a big room. How cozy it is! I hope it will always be so quiet.
However, one day, a burst of laughter passed through my eardrum, and I opened the curtain, huh? It's snowing. Snow has become precious. In the snow, several children were having a snowball fight, and laughter echoed in the sky. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling-a feeling I had never had before. That may be an impulse! So I dropped the thermos and rushed downstairs. ...
"Children, can I have a snowball fight with you?" Those children nodded at me with innocent smiles.
As a result, I ran in the snow, one after another, countless. Finally, the children all went home. Ah, the sun is out. I waved the sweat from my forehead and took a deep breath at the rising sun in Ran Ran. ...
The world outside the window turned out to be wonderful!
World composition outside the window 500 words 13 I sat by the window, and it was raining outside the window.
Rain falls on the window glass, not splashing, but fog. There were countless raindrops lying in the window, and the glass squashed their faces. The contest between the rain and the window is going on in a high-pitched melody, and it is unclear who is the injured party. Rain flower is a layer of white fog, which covers all the green vitality. I sat by the window watching the scenery, but the rain took my scenery away. Moisture and fog seeped into the house bit by bit from corners and walls. I can't stand this spreading wet tide.
I put up my umbrella and decided to go out.
When I went around to my window, I was surprised to find that watching the rain outside the window was completely different from the contest between windows. To be precise, this is not a competition. What the naked eye sees is that the rain washes away the dust on the windows, and the corrugated windowsills and eaves that have not been cleaned for a long time have regained their youthful brilliance. Yang Wanli had the whimsy that "the spring breeze in February is like scissors", but I suddenly felt that the rain at this time was like a piano player. I witnessed the rain making music on the window.
Going outside, everything outside the window is different from everything inside the window. Listen, this rain; Look at the rain: smell, smell, the rain, even stick out your tongue and lick it. My body and mind are integrated into the rain. If I am indoors, no matter how much I listen, rain and I will always belong to two worlds. I think the rain, stroking my hair tips, is ethereal, psychedelic, fresh and refreshing, with a little mint fragrance, and there is also a faint fishy smell unique to the grass trees after bathing, and everything is in the air that covers everything. For the first time, I found that the rain scene outside the window was so beautiful and moving.
Nie Luda, a Chilean poet, is a man who likes rain. He said that rain is a sensitive and terrible force. I guess Nie Luda must have been in the room when he said this. If he walks into the world outside the window, he should say that rain is a mysterious and beautiful force!
The world composition outside the window 500 words 14 "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain drops outside the window fell on the awnings of various houses, restoring the tired voice.
The rain in winter always gives people a feeling of wanting to sleep. Tomorrow, just like the weekend of war, I will be at home alone. I lie prone on my desk, holding a black gel pen in my hand, drawing a little complicated but never tired of drawing cartoons. Light music that makes people feel quiet echoes in their ears. I still feel a little sad with my favorite apple lollipop in my mouth. The little turtle raised at home is not as vivid as before, shrinking in a corner of the fish tank and not taking back any action. This has made our family quiet recently, and the sound of the collision between the turtle shell and the fish tank has never been restored. Although, after that, my mother also bought a little turtle, but the later consequence was that the latter, like the former, remained silent and the fish tank was quiet. However, in this drizzly winter, it is not only me and the two lifeless turtles that are silent, but also the pot of exotic flowers and plants raised by grandma upstairs. Before going to Xi 'an, my grandmother gave me her countless pots of flowers and plants quite seriously, but I forgot them in every corner, feeling a little guilty and sorry. The small garden upstairs is not as lively as before. Osmanthus fragrans, which bloomed a few months ago, has now become short; Beloved Milan, now only leaves, fragrant Milan has disappeared; The dwarf asparagus also began to turn yellow; The most unfortunate thing is Magnolia which once had nothing. Its first leaf fell yesterday, like a green butterfly, flying in the sky like a dream, with nothing to set it off on its brown branches ... Maybe, next spring, everything will be wonderful, beautiful and happy!
Snow in winter seems like angel's tears, splashing all over the world. Not just sad tears, but also a drop of happiness. ...
World composition outside the window 500 words 15 There is a bright window in the north of my study. Sometimes when I am tired of doing homework, I will stand by the window and look at the distant world.
Through the window, you can see a dense bamboo forest. When a gust of wind blows, this bamboo forest will make a "sand-sand-"sound, like beautiful music. There is a plastic bag factory next to the bamboo forest. Opposite the factory is a wide asphalt road, where you can see cars coming and going. ...
That day, after finishing my homework, I lay in front of the window as usual and looked at the outside world. Suddenly, a small white dot came into view. Wow, it's snowing! In a short time, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying in a large area, and intertwined with the embrace of the earth under the action of the wind.
I was fascinated by it. A dozen construction workers in the opposite factory caught my attention-they wore simple construction hats and shabby clothes, which didn't seem to play much role in keeping warm in such a cold winter. I saw some of them holding pliers to clamp steel wires, some holding hammers to nail nails, some holding planks to spread the floor neatly, and some dragging the removed ceiling down ... They seemed to take advantage of the gap between the factory and the New Year to tear down the original shed and rebuild the second floor. It's snowing heavily, so the ground will snow soon. Workers' collars and hats are covered with snow. The snow didn't seem to affect their work. Looking at it, I can't help but think of a story-"Axe and Leather Coat", about a rich man shivering in leather coat, and another poor man wearing a broken cotton-padded jacket and chopping down trees with an axe. Not only was it not cold at all, but it was too hot to take off his cotton-padded jacket. Yes, at this time, isn't the worker outside the window like the man with the axe? They devote themselves to their work. They were not stopped by the heavy snow in front of them, but worked harder and harder.
Outside the window, the snow has been falling, the bamboo forest seems to be covered with a silver coat, the earth is covered with a white quilt, and the workers on the opposite site are still working so hard; Outside the window, my heart gradually melts-the world outside the window is really beautiful!