"I stared at that window"
Heilongjiang candidates
My favorite thing is to stand in front of the window and stare at the window upstairs opposite. Ever since I learned how to work hard From the beginning, I also formed an indissoluble bond with that window. Over the years, whenever night falls, that window is always the first to break the silence and light up the light. I know that there is someone there who is studying as hard as me.
In the quiet night of the night, the lights of thousands of houses gradually went out. I looked out the window. In the gray night, only the light from the window opposite was still flickering. The light blue curtains are rolled up high, blending with the orange light of the desk lamp, so harmonious and comfortable, forming a unique scenery. The figure of the hard-working man can be clearly seen in the window. Sometimes he is concentrating on thinking, sometimes writing furiously, as if he is detached from everything in the world and condenses all his thoughts under a solitary lamp. Whether it is a hot summer or a harsh winter, when Xing'er just wakes up and opens her eyes, the person in the window begins the long "long night battle" until the just clock plays the twelfth serenade. Probably because of his influence, I worked harder and determined to compete with him to see who could "fight" longer and learn longer.
I remember how many sultry summer evenings I ate sweet and delicious watermelon and enjoyed the cool air with my family. As soon as I saw the light from the window, it was like a conditioned reflex, and I immediately left it behind. Xigua ran back to his room and began to challenge him. In this way, day by day, year by year, from the first grade of junior high school to the graduation of junior high school, that window has been with me through many difficult nights.
I often stare at the window and his figure studying hard under the window, as if I am reading a book, a very thick, deep and wonderful book. And every time after reading it, I seem to have a deeper understanding, and there will always be a warm current in my heart. Perhaps it is because we have the same pursuit that he also noticed my window. Like me, he occasionally looked at the window of my room from a distance, which I could feel.
This small window is like a lighthouse on the dark sea. It allows me to keep moving forward and fight while driving the ship, and allows me to experience the fun and joy of struggle. It is like a cabin in the forest during a storm, making me feel warm and friendly, and giving me the confidence and perseverance to live.
But one day, the light in the window suddenly disappeared, and the light blue curtains were drawn tightly. This confused me. Later, I heard from my mother that he was sick and hospitalized. His mother also said that he was a good boy. His mother died when he was young and he was raised by his father. Before his mother died, she told him that he must go to college and be a good person. He was sensible and worked hard... After listening to my mother's words, when I stared at the window again, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart...
A month later, on a drizzly night, the light in the window turned on again! The figure reappeared under the light in front of the window, which made me feel extremely happy.
Time is like running water, and June’s footsteps are too hasty. I knew that he was taking the college entrance examination this year. The day before the college entrance examination, I carefully made a string of lucky stars for him, wishing him success. This was the first and last time I saw him walking out of the window, tall and tall. , thin, white face with a pair of deep and bright eyes, big and energetic, and his simple clothes did not hide his handsomeness. He was grateful to me and said he had used my window as a motivation over the years. I told him that I was the same, and he smiled. The smile on his pale face looked very bitter and sad.
The college entrance examination was over and he fell ill again. The doctor diagnosed pleurisy and severe fluid accumulation in the chest. Before I had time to visit him, he passed away forever, which made me extremely sad. He just turned 19. Ah! 19 years old, what a beautiful youth! He left this beautiful world and this colorful world prematurely, and I also lost my best companion in study.
Just one month after his death, the admission notice of "Beihang University" was mailed to his home. But he could never see it! This was perhaps the only thing he longed for in his short life of more than ten years. However, when he got it, he was gone forever. His efforts, his hardships, and his persistent pursuit were all rewarded, but he could never enjoy the joy of success! For his mother's advice, he gave everything he had...
Me Staring at his dark window, the light blue curtains were tightly closed. The light rain in early autumn gently knocked on the glass windows, leaving streaks of water on the windows, like painful tears. The sound of wind and rain outside the window intertwined into a tragic elegy. I looked at the window that was gradually blurring in front of me. I didn’t know whether it was the rain or the tears that covered my eyes and blocked my sight. I just felt sore in my heart...
Comments: Candidates said " "One Side Window" is the perspective, describing a "hard-study person". Due to the special perspective and limited information, the article makes extensive use of association and imagination, and psychological description and profile description are also prominent. While portraying the other party, the author's diligence and studiousness are gradually revealed. On a hot summer evening, the light from the window stimulated him to "throw down the watermelon and run back to his room", which vividly illustrates the author's competitiveness.
The "companion" who was studying hard at the window also said, "He has always used my window as a motivation over the years." This comment also described his self-image from the side. The story told in the full text is tragic, but it inspires people in many aspects. It is not difficult for every reader to feel the same encouragement and encouragement as the author from that "window".