The composition outside the window 1 is colorful, and what you see outside the window is always different.
This window was built by my grandmother herself, and its "life" was bought by my grandmother with hard sweat. I think it's my grandmother's work.
When you are excluded by others, you will feel comfortable looking at the vast sky and will not take others' satire seriously. Maybe this is my only comfort.
When I was bored, looking down from the window, several children were joking and playing. You chase me, I chase you, and they have a good time. I feel there's nothing to talk about.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep. Just look at the starry sky and dazzling stars at night and you will feel that you are integrated into a world of stars, and then fall asleep. Small windows are my only comfort.
Standing at the window and looking up at the sky, the white clouds in the sky are floating around, sometimes motionless, gathering together, ever-changing, sometimes like horses, sometimes like sheep, they run freely in the sky. Especially beautiful. It's raining, the sky is gray, and suddenly it rains. Like countless diagonal lines, the road is gone, the house is gone, and the outside is hazy everywhere. So the world outside the window is like this!
In front of us are large and small houses, which are particularly conspicuous. It's noon, and every family is cooking, and the smoke from the kitchen outside the window is curling, which makes the sky a little beautiful. The bees below worked hard and took away all the sweetness of the flowers. I will work from morning till night tomorrow, but I only ask my parents to do housework every day. I just lie in bed and watch TV. I feel very uncomfortable. I must do more housework in the future.
The world you see outside the window is different. I learned a lot from the window, for example, do your own thing, don't let adults do it.
As for the scenery outside the window, I think the best thing is outside my hometown window.
My hometown is in the countryside, and the natural air is relatively fresh. The wooden house in my hometown was built by my grandfather when he was young. Although it is not very beautiful, it is very comfortable. Through the thin screen window, it is a small vegetable field surrounded by a fence, and flowers are on the other side. Grandparents never use chemical fertilizers and pesticides to grow vegetables, so the vegetables they grow often have small holes bitten by insects. Looking ahead, there is a pond with many fish in it, and occasionally a group of ducks are playing.
Look ahead, there are two persimmon trees. When I came back from National Day, my grandma taught me how to hook persimmons into the basket. I tried to stand as far away as possible, because when I picked persimmons last year, I grabbed the leaves directly, and the back of my hand was pricked by caterpillars on the tree, which swollen a lot. But there are gloves and hats this year, which should be more difficult to get stuck. It is not easy to hook persimmons, because all the bottoms are picked and the rest are on the top of the tree. If you want to raise the hook to aim, you must pull it hard. So when I hook the next persimmon, my hands are very sour, but I feel super fulfilled.
In the past, there was a big gray goose outside the window, which was raised by grandparents. It always walks with its head held high and barks. But just a few days before I came back, it died. I am heartbroken because I have loved it since I was a child. It's a male goose. It can't lay eggs. Whenever my grandfather tried to kill it, the whole family opposed it, so he has lived to this day.
The window of my hometown is full of memories of my childhood. This window is not beautiful, but its outside is much better than the city window!
Composition 3 Looking out of the window, it would be great if there were such a view as "the window of Xiling contains snow, and the door of Wu Dong Wan Li is moored"! It's a pity that we don't have such a view outside the window. All I can see every day is a path, a meadow and several big trees.
On a hot day, I was awakened by the "rumbling" sound outside the window during my nap. I reluctantly got up and walked to the window, thinking: Who is this so heartless? I looked out in a daze, and it turned out to be the "ant moving" company. Why do they come at noon instead of in the afternoon? I couldn't sleep because of the noise, so I had to see what they were going to do.
Looking intently, there are two strong men, each carrying a big bag and a small bag, climbing up and down the stairs. Going back and forth several times, they moved things from small to large, and began to move cabinets, washing machines and so on. They are panting and sweating, but they are still trying to rest. Now they are moving the bed, only to see a person bending over and carrying the bed, struggling in front like a shrimp; The other man propped up his back, supported the bed with his hands, gritted his teeth and followed slowly. The weight of the bed has exhausted them, and sweat has soaked their clothes, but they completely ignored it.
At the moment, most people are enjoying their nap time, but those who live at the bottom are working hard. They don't have decent jobs and rich rewards, but they still work hard, doing things that many people don't want to do, and fighting for their own or their families' lives. I was deeply moved by their spirit.
The sunshine outside the window is like fire, and there is no wind. I didn't sleep. ...
Composition outside the window 4 Outside the window of the study, there is a landscape. There is a guardrail between the window and the scenery. There was nothing between the guardrail and the window, but this time, there was another life.
When I was doing my homework in the study, I heard a series of irregular but crisp pecks. I stood up and followed the sound, and found it outside the window behind the curtain: yes! That's the sound. I suddenly opened the curtain: Oh, it was a little sparrow! As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has everything. Although this sparrow is small, its strength is not small. Its little head looked up at me, and its little eyes seemed full of fear. It is trying to wave the gray-brown little wings and "poop-poop" at the glass, trying to fly. Every time I leap, my weak wings will hit the glass, and a few small feathers have fallen to the ground, which hurts when I look at them. But my head was still held high, my eyes were still wide open, and I looked at the sky eagerly, falling again and again and jumping again and again. A tingle in my heart let out a cry, "Dad, there is a sparrow here. Come and help it. " Dad came over, read it twice and said to me, "Go and do your homework. If so, you can jump out and leave it alone. " Then he left without looking back. I'm surprised. My usual father can even help a gecko. What happened today? I have to go back to my desk.
I concentrated on my homework, but I didn't hear any noise outside the window. Not long after, I suddenly remembered a sparrow outside the window. I suddenly realized that the sound had stopped. I was startled and thought something had happened to the sparrow. I went to the window again and looked out: it was gone! The sparrow is gone! I secretly admire my father and this sparrow. Dad predicted that the sparrow would successfully save itself from the state that the sparrow was bent on getting out of trouble. And the sparrow did turn the situation around with its own weak strength.
Such a small sparrow is in trouble, but it still works hard. The world outside the window is big, and we are as small as sparrows. But these should not be an excuse for us to be satisfied with the "difficult" status quo.
Composition 5 My room outside the window is very compact, and the furnishings inside are very ordinary. Only the window in front of the desk left a deep memory, and the picture was the most beautiful. Outside the window is my yard. There are all kinds of flowers and plants in the yard. When I was meditating, I looked out of the window and found the answer at once. When I am bored, I look out of the window, which instantly becomes full, but the most beautiful thing is the touch outside the window.
Every day after school, I always go home alone, while doing my homework, watching the sky outside the window turn from blue to black, hoping my parents will come back soon. Whenever I hear the sound of the courtyard door opening, I look up at the window and see the familiar figure, which makes me very happy.
On weekends, I always sit at my desk and study. My mother is busy outside the window. Mother always washes clothes first, then cleans the yard, buries dead branches and leaves in the garden as fertilizer, and finally does not forget to water the plants. And those flowers and plants stand like soldiers, as if to pay tribute to their mother.
Day after day, I have long been used to the scenery outside the window. One winter morning, my mother woke me as usual. After breakfast, I sat by the window, and my mother appeared outside the window. When I opened the window, a chill came over my face. I can't help shivering. I shouted to my mother, "Mom, it's too cold outside. Please come in quickly. " My mother turned to me and said, "Close the window quickly, or you will catch cold." Then go on with her daily work.
Soon after that, one day, I accidentally got my hands dirty and ran to the yard to wash my hands. When I turned on the tap and put my hand into the water, I suddenly felt a biting cold. I quickly pulled my hand back. At that moment, I suddenly thought of my mother's hands red with cold when she was washing clothes in the yard.
Now, I still like looking out of the window. Although the scenery outside the window is very ordinary, I am sensible from now on.
Composition 6 "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have frosted?"? ... "Outside the window, this is Li Bai's window; "Morning is a red sun, and the horizon is at this time", this is my window; Where's your window?
In the morning, I opened the curtains and a ray of sunshine came into my room. Wow! The sunshine this morning is so bright and dazzling. Opening the window, the fresh air drifted into the room, and I couldn't help taking a deep breath.
The river outside the window is flowing happily and the songs are tinkling. Flowers and plants are dancing on the ground, only mimosa is like a shy little girl, with her head down. Mother Tree shook her arm, "La La ……" Little leaves jumped to the ground and walked to the mimosa, saying, "Mimosa, don't be sad alone, look! Everyone is so happy! Let's sing, dance and play games together! " Mimosa suddenly opened the "window of the soul" and walked out of the shadow of inferiority and shyness.
The plants played games and laughed, attracting many birds, and even I ran to watch the fun. They had a good time, and I was so absorbed at this time that I thought I was a little flower, but I was playing and dancing there! "Didi, Dada ..." Ah? Who's talking? It turns out that the car wants to join in the fun. This voice suddenly reminded me that I am not a plant or an animal, but a student. Yes, I have to go to school!
"Today we study ..." I just came to school after class. When I got back to my seat, I saw the scenery outside the window.
After school, I came home, put down my schoolbag, did my homework and ate at once, and went to bed before 8: 30. In order to expect to come early tomorrow! I hope a hundred flowers will blossom outside the window tomorrow morning. ...
After more than two hours of struggle outside the window, I finally got rid of my homework. I happened to be bored at home and wanted to look out the window.
No sooner had I left home than it began to rain after a while, so I had to flee home in a hurry.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by lightning from time to time. I thought: I can't go out for a while, so I might as well read at home. So I went back to my desk and started reading.
I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually stopped and the lightning was not so dazzling. I immediately put down my book, put on my shoes and ran out of the house.
As soon as I got outside, I felt the air was fresh and there was a smell of earth. The leaves seem to have been washed again, green, and vaguely smell a little floral fragrance. At first glance, the oleander originally planted by the neighbor's family has blossomed, and the color of the flower is pink, which is very prominent and beautiful among the green branches and leaves.
After the rain stopped, many children came out to play. They will play games for a while and enjoy flowers for a while.
Take a closer look at the garden. Many plants are blooming, and some are still growing tenaciously. There are countless varieties of roses, peach trees, apple trees, tulips and orchids, and there are patches of grass that dazzle me. The wind is blowing and the flowers are floating.
The road next to the garden is full of traffic. People come and go on the sidewalk, and people walk back and forth with colorful umbrellas. It really looks like a beautiful picture.
On the Little Square beside the garden, there are many old people playing on the Little Square with their children, which is really a harmonious and quiet painting.
I walked outside for a long time before I knew I was going home for class. Thinking of this, I reluctantly left this beautiful place.
The scenery outside the window is really beautiful!
When I was a student outside the window, I always liked to sit in the seat closest to the window. Besides putting a lot of books on the windowsill, it is more important that you can look out of the window from time to time! In fact, I also know that there may not be such a beautiful scenery outside the window, but I just think it is better to be near the window!
It may also be as fascinating as a sentence. Many beautiful places are actually in my heart and not outside the window! But I still like the window seat as always! It seems that everything outside the window becomes unimportant. The important thing is that I just like the window seat persistently!
Later, every time I took the bus, I sat by the window. First, I can open the window to get some air. Second, I seem to turn my head and see the scenery outside the window. Of course, taking the bus is different from being in the classroom, but it seems that the desire for the scenery outside the window is the same! I always feel that the scenery outside is beautiful and attracts me!
Now, I stay at home every day and do nothing. I always like to stand by the window in the afternoon, watching people come and go outside the window, watching those who come and go in a hurry, and sometimes I think about my life. Maybe everyone has some unknown stories in their hearts! Either happy or sad!
Sometimes, looking at one car after another driving outside the window, I wonder which car is rich and which car is pulling what kind of people. Where are you from? Where will it go?
Later, I slowly found that every window seemed to have a fatal temptation to myself, so that I couldn't help but want to look out the window and think about my future, maybe somewhere outside the window!
Outside the window, there are always people coming and going, spreading a fresh breath, slowly leisurely, watching and smelling, taking away the impetuousness in my heart. Sometimes I will imitate the characters in the book, write my troubles on paper, bury them in the soil outside the window, and look at them later, leaving only a little piece of paper. All my troubles seemed to fall on the fallen leaves outside the window, and I couldn't help laughing at the thought. Or it's raining, which reminds me of a passage I read in a book: It's raining here.
But far away, there must be blue sky. Sometimes it rains in my heart, but don't forget, there is also a window in my heart. Open this window, and you can see a blue sky. Outside the window, there are not only scenery, but also human feelings. On the path outside the window, as long as the weather is fine, there will always be an old man walking slowly. Husband's leg seems to be bad. When he is in a wheelchair, his wife always pushes the wheelchair and walks slowly on the path. Sometimes she whispered in the old man's ear and whispered intimately. At some point, both of them showed a satisfied look on their faces. After a while, an old man appeared on this path. She was neatly dressed, holding a plastic bag and cleaning up the debris on the lawn. On one occasion, some children were playing on the bench and dropped some bottles at random. The old man came to them and didn't know what to say. They all picked up empty bottles, helped the old man with plastic bags, threw them into the recycling bin and looked out of the window. The blue sky remains the same, and human feelings remain the same.
Composition outside the window 10 It was the day when the whole people were isolated at home. That day, I looked out of my bedroom window. There are also several static and monotonous houses and a quiet and white road. No one in the front yard chats, and there are no cars running on the road. The world is so desolate that there is no life at all.
I sit at the window and complain that such days are so boring.
"Go to the study, open the window for ventilation. I haven't opened it for a long time. " Mother ordered.
I opened the curtain and the window, and suddenly a piece of green jumped into my eyes. Looking closely, it turned out to be a hill behind the house. Spring has arrived, which is the season of green spreading. The trees on that mountain seem to have put on brighter new clothes than last year. Just as flowers are more beautiful than flowers, trees seem to have such competition. The trees are green and unrestrained, and the whole mountain is covered from top to bottom, leaving no gaps. This kind of green is very layered, deep and shallow, as if it were rendered with Chinese painting pigments.
Fascinated by the scenery in front of me, I leaned against the window of my study and looked at the mountain. The stone steps are hidden in the shade, looming. Looking up the stone steps, the pavilion at the top of the mountain seems to be a small hairpin embedded in moss. Occasionally, there are clouds walking on the mountain and birds flying halfway up the mountain, telling people that spring has really come. Close your eyes gently, it seems that you can smell the fresh taste of new leaves and hear them rustling in the wind. Everything is full of vitality, which is completely different from the scene in front of the community.
I am obsessed with this vibrant scene and enjoy it comfortably. A gust of wind brushed my cheek, instantly took away the previous sense of desolation, took away my boring mood and left me full of joy and beauty.
In a trance, I seem to understand that in the monotonous days of seclusion, maybe from another angle, there will be new gains that I can't get at ordinary times.
The composition outside the window 1 1 The crow of chickens broke the dead night and dawn came. The early morning sun rises slowly from the east, and the afterglow is like a pike stabbing the night into pieces.
The sun rises slowly, and everything recovers, alternating with the sun's brilliance. In the attic of the house, where there is the most light, there is an old chair on the windowsill, and the sunlight is not all, only half. A gray-haired man slowly sat down in a chair, which creaked and echoed in the room for a long time.
The man opened his eyes. How deep those eyes are, as if they can see through the essence of things, and also reveal some praise and expectation. At present is a scene, a scene full of vitality and emotion. A small river runs through a sunflower field along a not too wide road. Sunflowers are reflected on both sides of the river, and the afterglow of the morning sun shines into the river, giving off red light, as bright as blood, and blood is flowing. The windowsill is like a picture frame, much better than painting.
At noon, the landscape changed again. The sun is in the sky, all the sunflowers are facing up, the wind is blowing the sunflowers, and the sunflowers are swaying in the wind. A postman came from a distance. The postman zoomed in from the height of his eyes. I walked into the man's house, put a letter in the mailbox and left. The man also came out and took the envelope. The sun finally saw him. An old man with white hair has a long beard on his back, and his white hair shines silver under the scorching sun. The old man's back is a little more expecting, but a little lost. I went back to my chair, took a look, threw it away, and then went back to my previous state. Letters float around the world with the wind.
At night, it is another kind of scenery. On the same day, the old man came out of the attic and looked up at the sky, only missing and disconsolate in his eyes.
In the last photo of the day, a white-haired old man was lying in a chair in the attic, his eyes closed slightly and his face was somewhat relieved.
Composition outside the window 12 picturesque outside the window. When difficulties and confusion surround my heart, I stand at the window of my bedroom, embracing nature, the beautiful scenery in front of my desk and the strong life in the scene. Outside the window, I met a butterfly by chance.
The sky after the rain is in the corner of the painting, as blue as washed. The sun is not so fierce, and the light shines softly on everything. On the window of the opposite high-rise building, dazzling light is reflected. The corner of the building is a lush lawn, and the rain beads are lying lazily on the grass, feeling the tenderness, kindness and tranquility of the sun. Suddenly, a breeze blew, leaves and grass tips shook slightly, and a bunch of newly opened Phalaenopsis came into view. Several butterflies were dancing, and suddenly one flew over the window and landed in a corner. Outside the window, I met a butterfly by chance.
Its wings are half open, like a pale yellow dance skirt. The sun shines on it, and its wings shine. After careful observation, it was found that its left wing seemed to be injured, half of it lost its luster, and it trembled slightly in the breeze, making it even thinner. A bean-sized raindrop is still attached to its wings, pressing its delicate body. This butterfly doesn't seem to be able to fly. It stays motionless in my window corner. The wind has stopped, the rain has stopped, and the picture scroll seems to be still, as if quietly accompanying the injured butterfly.
After a while, the butterfly fluttered its wings and the raindrops landed on the windowsill. A yellow light flashed by my window, and my strong life flew desperately, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and the sun was shining. The grass is swaying happily, like green waves and dancing green satin. The elegant Phalaenopsis swayed slightly, cheering for the strong butterfly and intoxicated in the world after the rain.
Life is not always smooth sailing, there will be many difficulties, but it will disappear after the rain, and there is no difficulty that can't be crossed. Just like that beautiful butterfly, flying on the elegant Phalaenopsis, flying strongly.
Outside the window, I met a butterfly by chance.
Composition outside the window 13 The rain outside the window is dancing, showing her beautiful dance.
Soon, the quiet meadows, gardens and roads began to be lively. The little water drop asked the big water drop, "Where do you want to land?" . "I want to go to the garden, water those beautiful and charming flowers, make them bloom, attract those butterflies and dance in the garden. There are still a few drops of dew hanging on the tip of the green grass, so everyone can enjoy the beautiful scenery ... ". After listening to the words of the big water drop, the little dewdrop said, "However, the desert is more short of water. We should water them so that the desert can also grow green grass, bloom gorgeous flowers and beautify the desert. " Hearing this, Dashuizhu nodded and said, "Then let's beautify the desert together!" "Thank you for helping the desert with me," said the little water drop.
Small water droplets and big water droplets watered the desert together, and there were trees in the desert. There are many lovely birds in the tree. These birds play in singing in the trees every day. There are many beautiful butterflies dancing in the forest in gorgeous costumes, including red, yellow and black. Flowers that have never bloomed before, when they see the butterfly dance, can't help but bloom and show beautiful smiles, turning the desert into a small forest, which is very beautiful.
Although rain is unconscious, it turns the desert into a forest and makes the earth more beautiful.
At this time, I think the rain outside the window is particularly beautiful. It suddenly occurred to me that Gorky once said that "giving is always better than asking for happiness"!
There are pedestrians, water, trees and all the beautiful things in the world outside the window. It is foggy in the morning. There are flaming clouds and sunset clouds in the evening. Windows are like the darling of God, with scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In the morning, the sun climbed into the sky in a daze The mist hasn't dissipated, which has cast a mysterious veil on the sun. Sometimes there are birds singing. There is also a pond opposite. Once there, when the lotus was in full bloom, there were many shy lotus flowers hidden in several green lotus leaves. There are many trees nearby, and peach blossoms bloom in spring. Unfortunately, that peach tree won't last until next spring. Now, the lotus in the pond has been burned out, and half of the trees have also been burned. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is only half.
In the evening, the sunset glow dyed the white clouds red. Several birds are flying in the sky. Looking down, several yellow butterflies were attracted by an unknown little flower. I'm thinking, if only I could draw! I can draw all the scenes I see into the picture book, so that the flowers will never wither, the grass will never wither, and every animal has its own home.
At night, the scenery at night is naturally different from that during the day. The moonlight shines on the opposite pond and the moon is reflected in the water. The street lamp opposite is still on. Make the night appear brighter. Because of this, the stars in the sky seem to disappear in the night sky. Without the company of the stars, the lonely moon looks bleak. But street lamps can no longer stop the light of Polaris. The whole dark sky is painted with a moon and a looming star.
The scenery outside the window is complicated and unpredictable.
Composition outside the window 15 When it comes to the window, the first thing that comes to mind is the beautiful scenery outside the window.
Outside the window of my room, there are four different views in the four seasons.
In spring, everything revives and a hundred flowers blossom. The grass downstairs began to sprout and the pomegranate tree blossomed. Flowers are small and red, with four or five petals and stamens hidden in the middle. The green leaves are yellowish. The green leaves set off the red flowers, which are very beautiful. There is an artificial lake beside the pomegranate tree. The lake inside has thawed and the thin ice has melted.
In summer, the sun is like fire. People wear short sleeves. The leaves of pomegranate trees turn green. But at the end of summer, the flowers of pomegranate trees withered.
Autumn is the harvest season. Pomegranate trees bear fruit, and pomegranate is big and red. At this time, the plane tree has begun to shed leaves and osmanthus is in full bloom. The fragrance, with the breeze, brings a refreshing taste, as sweet as drinking honey.
It's freezing in winter. The goose feather and heavy snow fell one after another, and the last leaf of pomegranate tree also fell, leaving only bare branches. The water in the lake turned into ice, but it was very thin. When a stone was hit lightly, the ice surface collapsed.
Time flies, year after year, unconsciously, I have changed from an ignorant child to a young man, and it has been more than five years since I moved to a new home. From the first grade to the sixth grade, pomegranate tree has also grown from a small sapling to a leafy pomegranate tree, and its fruit has become large and numerous from small to small.
As time goes by, the scenery outside the window is still beautiful.
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