1, excellent composition outside the window, unconsciously, always unconsciously. When you look out of the window in a trance, it will become a world of pure white elves.
It seems that these pure white elves have escaped the roar of Dong's mother-in-law's lesson. It seems to be a trip that goes away, but it is better to say that it is a "planned" departure from home. The elves have known each other for a long time. They are very tacitly speechless, silently shuttling through the air, one by one, not crowded or bustling, quietly looking for their own "foothold", intertwined, but close at hand. They silently raised their hands, but they all winked at each other, jumped up the dance music that had been arranged for a long time, and floated away, pure, leaving a few silk Leng Yan, spinning a layer of tulle clothes for the earth, covering the girl's body, but showing a few silk skin provocatively. Perhaps these elves noticed that such clothes were not suitable for this winter. They snuggled together tightly and formed a thick white blanket, which also comforted the shy earth girl and carried these elves to play happily.
"Hoo-"Perhaps this winter, my mother-in-law calmed down, worried about her children, and went to the streets to look for them. But she seemed so worried that she forgot her unfriendly appearance and controlled her voice. Suddenly, hoarse shouts spread all over the street. The fairies' booth was beautiful and limited, and was suddenly seen by Dong Popo. Suddenly, Dong's mother-in-law's cry passed. Although the blanket of the elves is thick and big, it is very light, and it is blown up a few corners at once, but the elves are not afraid, but because they can fly. Dong Popo watched the children have fun and didn't care about being angry. She smiled too. Rude, I talked to her and left smartly. Leave the elves who are having fun with the children in the street.
These pure white elves must have played with you, right? Their innocence and loveliness remind everyone of happiness and childhood. Oh, how nice, pure white elf!
Excellent composition 2 Stay away from the hustle and bustle of busy streets outside the window. Outside the window, it is quiet and elegant, outlining a lush garden, which reminds me of a dream.
In March, the shallow grass can lose its horseshoe, and the weeping willow branches sway with the wind. Unknown insects and birds scrambled to start singing performances. In the spring sunset, they don't contradict at all, but add a touch of color to spring. One by one, one just stays on the wire and stops in the middle of the house. Even though they are noisy, they are still addicted to it. I can't see them at once Shallow grass is also a charming scenery outside the window. The grass is thin and green as jade, and the flowers are messy without losing color. I turned my eyes out of the window and couldn't blink at the scenery.
In June, when the river just showed its sharp corner, although there was no pond or graceful lotus outside the window, some scenery was even more charming than the moonlight of the lotus pond. Dragonflies stop on the grass from time to time, and flowers seem to be less beautiful than spring, but more wild.
In September, there was a crane in Yun Qi in the clear sky. The crops in the field had been harvested, the autumn fruits in the orchard had been picked, and the scenery outside the window gradually turned yellow. The leaves turned yellow and the wind began to cool. In the evening, at this hazy moment, the darkness gradually jumped out of the valley and the autumn night was bleak. The scenery outside the window seems bleak. There is no vitality except the reluctant shaking of the branches blown by the wind, and such a scene makes me even less aware of a trace of color, which is fresh and bright.
/kloc-In in October/February is like a strong wind in spring. When it comes up at night, it seems that it seldom snows, so naturally the branches will not be covered with soft white gauze, and birds and insects will hibernate. In this winter, I didn't feel the bleak autumn. There are always passers-by waving to me outside the window. Although the weather is very cold, they will consciously extend their hands to greet me.
I lay down and fell asleep. Whenever I look out the window, I even stare for a long time. This may be my last greeting, my last nostalgia, and my last farewell in a day.
Excellent composition outside the window 3. I like the scenery outside the window very much, and I like to look out of the window silently alone. ...
At home, I sit at the window and watch the lazy sunshine lying on the table, winding around the dense trees, gorgeous and simple. The bird stopped its inexplicable noise and began a soulful solo. Ye Zi is a qualified listener. They thank the singer with a slight swing. I, on the computer in front of me, am playing Adele's Someone likes you, dreaming of dancing solo under the moon in a deep and distant song. Things outside the window, like a peaceful singer, tell a touching story and are intoxicating.
I also like the scenery outside the campus window. Smiling faces, vigorous posture and happy laughter are everywhere, and the whole campus is full of vitality. Boys are chasing after each other on the court, while girls are watching the game, cheering and cheering. Their sweat, like a rainbow, bloomed the whole stadium and soaked this land into a sea of joy. Things outside the window, like commentators explaining sports events, are full of passion.
I like to hold a cup of fragrant milk tea in my hand on the bus, and my thoughts fly with the ethereal music in my headphones. Outside the window, the scenery glides, blurred and clear. Children can be seen everywhere in the square, some are frolicking on toy cars, and some are painting clay figurines. Little Taoren, with the careful carving of children, seems to have human emotions. On the other side, the dove of peace spread its wings and flew to the vast blue sky with cheers. It was the time when school was over and the students rushed out. Yes, after a hard day's study, everyone wants to go back to the quiet harbor and have a rest. They took an easy step and set foot on the road home. The scenery outside the window, like a wonderful opera, interprets happiness and happiness with the most beautiful voice, euphemistically and pleasantly.
My friend, when you are depressed, look out the window, it will make your heart return to purity; When you are depressed, look out the window. Its brilliance will fill your heart and make it colorful. When you are depressed, look out the window, that is the beauty you can see!
In the study, you can see the neighbor's yard on the first floor outside through the black French window.
A couple in their 500 s live on the first floor. It seems that they can easily manage an empty yard into a beautiful garden. Lotus and water lilies are planted in a square pool. A path paved with hexagonal slate, dark brown wooden floor, two wooden reclining chairs and a glass leisure table.
In summer, when I get up in the morning and look down, I can always see them lying side by side with a little white dog in the middle. It stretched out small tongue and wagged its tail happily.
They are still wearing pajamas. They got up before the sun rose, sat side by side in the early morning silence, waiting for the sun to shine golden light from the back of the opposite tall building. Slowly, more orange-red, orange-yellow and golden lights will emerge. Gradually, a corner will appear in the bright red sun.
Maybe one of them will be awakened by the first sunshine, move his eyes a little, close them again and take a nap. Maybe, after I go to school, one of them will take the dog for a walk by the lake. The other person, on the other hand, will wear an apron, walk slowly into the kitchen, make breakfast, wait for the extroverts to come back and sit at the breakfast table together. Then, they may go to work separately and face the boss who is not so easy to talk to, but they will still be happy because when the sun is about to set, they go home again. Maybe another person cooks, but they will go out for a walk together after dinner. Go home, wash and go to bed early.
They live the same life. Day after day, year after year, when they are old, they may say, "When I was young, I thought life should be rich and colorful. I should go to a strange city and experience an adventure without knowing the result, but I still like the life we lead." Such a simple and ordinary life, all ordinary people can get it, ordinary life can no longer be ordinary, such a simple and plain life, I really like it. "
Take back my gaze outside the window and turn on an orange light. The night will turn me into a painting.
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Since I entered school, the window of the classroom has been with me for a year. I have seen spring and summer, and I have experienced autumn and winter. Maybe I'm tired of seeing the fixed scenery outside the window. In a quiet self-study class, I looked around in various boring ways. I didn't know what to look at, but I turned to the window. Originally it was dull, but the thought of my tired heart fluctuated a little. ...
This is an iconic tree. The sun shines on it and falls on the ground and body through the leaves, which makes people feel a little warm. There are several seniors who love table tennis on the table tennis table next to the big tree, and the game is going on fiercely. Then I came to the corridor, where several groups of people leaned against the wall and chatted. I don't know what they talked about, but they all smiled and lasted for a long time, as if even the direction of the wind was exaggerated by this happiness. When I came to the ground, several beautiful flowers were competing with each other in the nearby flower bed, but my eyes just flashed by and came to the unremarkable grass. Somehow I thought of a lyric: "Look at me, how small I am …" Yes, the grass is unremarkable, but it seems to know a sentence: natural selection, survival of the fittest. It is very strong and hard-working, as if to break through the ground and see the world. Well, I hope you are still full of hope for the world after your setbacks. The sky is always blue, and the geese flying by occasionally are neat, as if the group consciousness has already penetrated into the soul.
Outside the window, it always seems to be the same scene, but it is so different. As long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty and can stop and stay, you will know that even boring things can become interesting under a pair of beautiful eyes.
Maybe it's because I'm in the sixth grade. I feel sad more easily. I'm afraid of the upcoming graduation season and parting.
Students have started puppy love mode. Today these two people form a pair, and tomorrow someone will receive a love letter. Next to my seat, every scene is so similar, so …
From the moment when osmanthus is in full bloom, the whole campus is filled with osmanthus fragrance. In this osmanthus fragrance, we started an intense and interesting study in grade six.
There are fifteen classes a week, two physical education class classes, one information class, three science classes and three English classes, and the remaining twenty-six classes are allocated to Chinese and mathematics. Class is boring, people often desert, and bold little Pang always makes everyone laugh. Once, ignorance and naughty in my eyes became so cute.
Jiaozi, a girl in our class, an athlete and my best friend. We have been classmates and good friends since the small class. Now it is the ninth year that we have known each other. Tenth year, can we still be together?
In the spring of senior one, peach blossoms are outside the classroom window, in the autumn of senior two, osmanthus is outside the classroom window, and in the winter of senior three, osmanthus falls outside the window.
In the autumn of the sixth grade, there are magnolia, Gleditsia sinensis, pomegranate and osmanthus not far from the window. We are not on the same plane, but now, we are in the same direction.
In the winter of grade six, osmanthus fell, and next autumn, osmanthus bloomed again, but can we still be together?
After that, I will never see the snow-white and fragrant Wan Li again in the seventh grade. Even if there is, the flowers outside the window are different, and I am not the same person in the window. There are 257 days before the new flower and the new me.
During this time, it is enough to walk out of the window.
I returned to my beautiful hometown during the winter vacation. In the morning, the sound of running water is the best alarm clock, which suddenly refreshed me. I opened the window gently, and what I saw was that touch of green, so pleasing to the eye and refreshing. It was a large area of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which covered a whole wall. Parthenocissus tricuspidata bathed in the sun is beautiful, comfortable and lazy, just like me now. A slight breeze gently blew over the delicate branches, attracting birds to stop and rest on the thicker branches.
On the way, a white-haired grandmother walked slowly to the stream with a bamboo basket full of cabbage. Not far away is the stream where I am in most love. The stream is crystal clear, the sun shines on the water surface, and the water surface flashes like shining stars. "Plop, plop" looked down the direction of the voice. Four little brothers in plain clothes were hitting Shui Piao with pebbles, and from time to time there were bursts of "ha ha ha" laughter. The farmland across the stream is a busy scene. An uncle dug a hole in the soil with a hoe in his hand, and then his aunt saw her spreading fertilizer like a chicken. Followed by a little girl about my age, I saw her holding potato seedlings and putting them into the pit one by one. She is so serious; Finally, an old man filled the pit with earth to give potato seedlings a warm home. How happy the family is, there will be a bumper harvest in summer.
Looking further away, it is a whole bamboo sea, which looks like a huge emerald from a distance. A layer of white fog wrapped the whole bamboo forest, like a girl's floating yarn. Let the quiet mountain village be a little more mysterious.
This is really a beautiful picture. So beautiful that I want to step into the painting, so beautiful that I want to blend in. I like the beautiful scenery outside the window.
Tired of studying at home, I went to the window, gently opened the window, stretched myself, felt the intermittent Xia Feng, looked out of the window, and suddenly felt very comfortable.
The only scenery outside the window is the phoenix tree. There is a saying that "leaves are like phoenix feathers and flowers are like rockhoppers". The trunk of the buttonwood tree is as thick as a barrel mouth, the tree body is about three stories high, with many branches and leaves, and the crown is very high, like an unfolded umbrella. The leaves of Indus are green and green. They are evenly separated from each other. Every green leaf looks like a feather. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the whole tree swayed in the wind, just like a bird shaking its feathers. Among the green leaves, the flowers are big and red. From a distance, they look like clusters of fire phoenix feathers. These trees are red and very spectacular. The flowers of Chinese parasol trees, whether blooming on the branches or falling on the ground, are always as bright red as fire. Watching the flaming phoenix flowers tremble in the wind, I seem to feel the power of youth. Red phoenix tree, red youth, youth should be as enthusiastic as phoenix tree.
It is raining! The rain came quickly and violently, and the sky suddenly became hostile and sinister. A gust of wind is blowing, the dust is flying, and the dull thunder has exploded in the air. After several thunders, the bean-sized raindrops fell violently and the roof suddenly rang. There are countless arrows flying on the ground and thousands of waterfalls hanging under the eaves. After a few minutes, heaven and earth can't be separated, leaving only the world of sparkling water. Before long, the rain gradually weakened, and it dripped, as if telling something.
Rain comes and goes quickly. I'm worried about whether the phoenix tree will turn pale after the rain. I never thought about it, but it has infinite power and an irresistible smell. It is fresh and sweet, sweet and happy, and it is like a proud phoenix. At this moment, the children rushed out of the room one by one. After the rain, they stepped on the puddle and chased and played like wild horses under the buttonwood tree. What a beautiful carefree painting.
In my spare time, I also like to lean against the window and look out the window. The lovely phoenix tree always makes my mood calm and cool.
There is a white wall outside my window.
Through the carved wooden window, a clean wall comes into view, which is in harmony with the tiles at the top of the wall. Both striking and harmonious, often one or two creepers weave them together or insert a bamboo in the middle.
What's on that wall over there?
Faced with a wall that can't talk, I often think so.
Yo! Here comes a pair of swallows. They must be from the north. Come here to raise a flock of swallows! I can even touch them! Sure enough, they began to build nests with mud. A few days later, a clever bird's nest was hung on the wall. As soon as the swallows learned to fly, their family left.
Hey, whose cat is this? I walked leisurely and steadily through the black tiles. It belongs to Zhao San of the East? Is it Li Si in the West? Or Wang Wu in the north? Oh, oh, no, it comes from the fairy tale world. It must be the king's royal cat!
Who wrinkled the water in the lotus pond again? It must be those children who wander around the village all day and throw stones at other people's yards. Once, they broke someone else's glass and were chased home to ask for an apology. I can't do such a thing.
What I see will be associated with others. Every little thing in nature can attract my attention. How interesting my childhood daydreams are! It can add infinite fun to this ordinary window, and it also has unusual attraction to me.
I grew up and everything changed. But that wall, that window, nothing has changed. Now that homework tasks have increased, I don't have much time to imagine. Occasionally, when my thoughts wander, I am often interrupted by trivial matters. In my spare time, I look at the windows and walls, as if through them, I see a more colorful world than usual, how carefree!
This medium, the window, brings me closer to reality and imagination. How many things can a small square hold? However, it is like "the window of Xiling contains snow, and the door of Wu Dong Wan Li boating", which contains this colorful world.
Excellent composition outside the window 10 It was a weekend morning and everything was so quiet. I was bored at home alone, so I ran to the balcony and looked out on the windowsill to have some fun.
Suddenly, I saw a small, shiny piece of paper flying over. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of candy paper, which became shiny because it reflected sunlight. Then, I saw a little boy running and jumping, as if chasing this little candy paper. I wonder: what's the function of this little candy paper? Does he want to collect candy paper? Curiosity drove me to continue reading.
The candy paper flew up and down and left and right, and the little boy kept jumping. His eyes were fixed on the candy paper and he saw it. He jumped up hard and was about to catch it when the candy paper suddenly hid and flew away. The little boy didn't cry or make trouble, so he quickly got up and continued to chase. He jumped as hard as he could. Candy paper seems to play with him on purpose. As soon as they flew to the right, the little boy closed his eyes again This time, the little boy didn't continue to chase, just squatted on the ground and gasped.
I looked at his pathetic appearance and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. I think he must be exhausted, but this is just a piece of candy paper. Why are you doing this? At this time, his grandmother ran over, helped him up, patted off the dust on his body, and said with some anger and some distress, "It's just a piece of candy paper. Stop chasing. Will grandma buy you polysaccharide? " The little boy broke away from his grandmother's hand and shouted, "No, I don't want it." After that, he ran away. This time, he stared at the candy paper with rapt attention and jumped up again. The candy paper seems to be tired of flying and slowly falls down. The little boy grabbed it with his hand and finally caught it. He smiled happily, and I looked at him and smiled.
Unexpectedly, he threw the candy paper into the trash can next to him. Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind. ...
Excellent composition outside the window 1 1 In the early morning, a ray of sunshine shone into the house from the east window, which caught my attention. I turned my head and looked at the scenery outside the window.
Staring at the sky, I saw the sun rising from the mountain and the sun shining on me. It feels like an outing in the wild. I remembered the power that the sunshine brought me when I was flying on the court.
Huh? What's that noise? "Ji Ji ..." It turned out to be a small sparrow, and the silver-gray fluff covered the original eyes. It stands on the anti-theft net, singing melodious songs. When I walked beside it, it was still motionless and fascinated. Then, it knocked on the security net with its waxed claws, and the sound of banging was endless, as if it were singing while knocking.
A bird also knows how to entertain itself.
Then, I followed the sparrow's footsteps and fixed my eyes on my neighbor's clothes. I really never thought clothes could be a dancer. I saw the clothes hanging on the clothesline dangling, dangling, and sometimes blown upside down by the wind. I didn't expect to see a talented dancer through a small window.
"Hua Hua" music sounded, and a tall and stout tree was enjoying the sweet songs of birds. It seems to swing with it, and three people cooperate, singing and dancing, just like a natural concert. It's beautiful.
However, why don't the trees over there move? Obviously, the two trees are in the same direction. Why does one tree move and the other tree doesn't? It turned out that a big truck was parked outside the window to shelter the tree from the wind.
When I am bored, the small window is my only comfort. Listen to the concert outside the window, look at the clothes and dance, and enjoy the joyful atmosphere. It turns out that as long as you are good at discovering, the small window becomes a beautiful dynamic picture.
Excellent composition outside the window 12 outside the window, it is raining in Mao Mao. Wet city, wet and dry winter.
In class, it may really be just turning pages, and the teacher's lips suddenly open and close. Where are the others? Pretending to be positive, I want to show that I have a good learning state even in boring rainy days. Hehe, this unrealistic idea will only expose your hypocritical nature.
The rain fluttered feebly and fell, "Tick tock, tick tock." Burnout silently walks through every corner of the classroom. They slowly moved to the children's desks and gently kissed and licked their arms and cheeks. Eyelids droop slowly, and the children try to control the unruly eyelids, but they can't resist the drowsiness, but they weave into our hearts.
A dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, and the haze filled the whole world. Thunder appeared from the darkness, and "Bang-"suddenly quieted down and tore apart. The teacher stopped, her sickly pale face was full of fatigue, and she smiled apologetically at all the students-she was really helpless. Although, this is not influenced by thunder, well, to be honest, there is no external influence that can disturb her classroom and her thoughts. This is what we recognize. The only reason why the teacher stopped was because she couldn't hold the whole heavy class by herself. "I'm really tired of teaching you children." She finally poured out her inner feelings. A good girl stood up, apologized to the teacher and answered the teacher's questions. Obviously, her answers were intermittent, and the teacher praised her, saying that she was "the only child who could understand the teacher's hard work".
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my face to the window. Outside the window, the dark clouds were panting.
Excellent composition outside the window 13 "Tick tock, tick tock ……" A disturbing alarm clock broke my dream. I reached out and turned off the annoying alarm clock with difficulty.
It was a very cold morning. I was woken up by the alarm clock and still curled up in the warm bed. "Today is the weekend, it is rare to have a rest and sleep for a while. It doesn't matter if you get up and do your homework later! " I said silently in my heart. The cold wind is whistling outside the window, and the warm bed is like super glue, sticking to me tightly and letting me lie on the bed. I slowly closed my eyes again and hid under the covers, unwilling to get up.
My mother came in and opened the curtains. The sun rises gradually. Sunlight shines through the leaves into the window. The trees outside the window swayed in the wind. The sun sometimes shines on my face, but unfortunately it is not warm. I was woken up again, but I still didn't want to get up in bed. The noise outside the window began to get louder. It seems that people have already got up and started a busy day, while I am still lazily lying in bed.
"Ji Ji Ji ..." There was a crisp soft voice outside the window. I rubbed my eyes and looked up. It turned out to be a bird! It flapped its wings and tried to fly. The bird's coat color is very new, as if it had just learned to fly. It spreads its wings and struggles with the wind. The cold wind rustled the window and I shivered. Looking at the birds outside the window, can they really resist the cold wind? I seem to worry too much, but they didn't flinch in the cold wind, and their open wings didn't retract.
Think of a year ago, in order to participate in the calligraphy contest, I often practiced late into the night. Now, I'm lying in bed, avoiding practice. I still want to win the prize in this year's competition. I don't have to work hard, and I don't have to fight for my goals. What's the difference between waiting for him and getting something for nothing? At the moment, I am not even as good as that chick struggling to fly high in the cold wind! Am I discouraged by a little cold? Don't! Can't!
I got up quickly, went to my desk, picked up my writing brush and started today's calligraphy practice. Outside the window, birds will eventually fly far away, and inside the window, I will fly to my dream, too!
Excellent composition outside the window 14 The gurgling stream is the faint fragrance of the dense forest outside the window: the gardenia as white as snow is a touch of purity in the vast sea of flowers outside the window; The crystal clear dew is a coolness with the sound of books outside the primary school window-
Outside the window, what a fascinating and mysterious world. As long as there is a ray of sunshine, it will illuminate your heart through pu and transparent windows. On that busy street, in a dark corner, several scrawny beggars, one large and one small, were crouching beside the famous cash box, staring at the simple wall glaring in the sun. The little beggar wore a few rags, and his deep eyes were full of sadness and understanding. Young and dusty fingers were painted on the rough ground at will, and the stovepipes of the two classes even looked dry and pale under the scorching sun.
After the hope was shattered again and again, after watching the burgundy high-heeled shoes and shiny leather shoes pass over their bare feet again and again, the three beggars seemed to give up their gloomy eyes and become more gloomy. Holding the cash box, they walked to the deepest corner where they didn't have to be exposed to the hot sun. However, it seems that even the cloud layer dislikes them, and before long, even the only shade in that corner is not left for them. Gradually, gradually, two old beggars were sleepy over there. The little beggar took out a worn-out book from his worn-out bag and read it carefully-as the shadow receded and the light came, the little beggar's gloomy eyes lit up. He doesn't seem to be the closed self anymore. God seems to have opened the window of his heart, and he saw the birds and flowers outside! I walked slowly towards him. A crisp landing sound, a sparkling "angel" falling happily, a pure smile and a grateful look. Turning around, I heard him happily say to two old beggars that I can go to the scrap yard to buy books again today. His childlike and cheerful voice is particularly beautiful in the sultry air-his smile is eternal. The fragrance outside the window will not change!
Outside the window, the stars are shining and full of hope!
Everyone's eyes are like a window. When you look out, the world seems to be in front of you.
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Whenever I am in a bad mood, the window is where I relax, and I can imagine venting.
I saw a towering tree, swaying in the wind. Listening to an aunt say that this tree can be said to be an antique makes me admire this big tree even more. Whenever the sun shines into the leaves, it seems that a pair of bright eyes squint at you from a distance, but when you walk out of the window, these trees seem to say hello to you, which makes me say hello to them, too.
In autumn, these leaves are blown off by the wind, which is really spectacular, like a waterfall. I looked down from upstairs, as if the ground was covered with a red wool carpet, telling people that winter is coming, and don't forget to keep warm. Its color surprises me. I thought the whole world was on fire. This is really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers"!
In winter, the snow is pressing on the branches, and the leaves are United, but they still can't resist the snow. Soon, Dashu's brother will wither, but he will fight the snow. No matter how hard the wind blows and how hard Ren Xue presses, he still stands. It keeps saying to itself, "I can do it."
Spring is Easter for big trees. At this time, my uncle has become a family, and Ye Zi is a member of this family. From time to time, there are several singing birds as guests. They often offer touching songs as sweet as strawberries. Flowers also come to accompany me, swinging with the breeze. It's quiet from a distance, but it's lively from a close look.
My big tree is full of excitement every day. Although several leaves are fighting, it is a warm and harmonious scenery, which makes me often associate with flowers and birds and get close to nature, and let me know how much I love the magical charm of nature.