It's hot in summer outside the window, bright flowers are smiling, the autumn wind is rustling outside the window, and the yellow maple leaves are falling slowly. It is snowy in winter outside the window, and the pines and cypresses stand proudly in the frost.
Through the window, I saw the time series, the world and life ... "Please extract a narrative of not less than 600 words around your family or school life. Tip: 1, you can choose a suitable scene, or make a complete description, or describe the association of the past caused by it; 2. Write from the perspective of a bystander, make appropriate comments and lyrical comments on the essential characteristics and spiritual significance of things, and express your feelings and experiences; 3. Have a proper description of the scene.
On a quiet night, the bright moon is like a hook, the moonlight is like water, and there are stars. I sat on the balcony and looked at the world outside the window. The house outside the window is really magnificent and tall! You see, these skyscrapers are strewn at random, row upon row; Look at the flower walls of those deep houses. They are all hollow and brightly lit.
The lights on the house are more beautiful. They are layer by layer, just like a colorful golden needle sewing buildings into beautiful scenery. The bridge of the world outside the window is also magnificent.
The Yangtze River Bridge is like a giant dragon setting up a magnificent rainbow on the Yangtze River. The river under the bridge is also beautiful. They are clearly visible at the bottom, shining silver.
Sometimes they are very happy and touch their hair with water; Sometimes they get angry again and keep hitting the big stones on the shore with white waves. On this faint and quiet night.
Huanghuayuan Bridge of Flying Dragons in the Air; A high-rise building with great boldness of vision; There is also the flowing Yangtze River; There are colorful lights ... how can it not be refreshing? Every time the golden light illuminates the room through the window, a new day comes. I opened the window, and an air mixed with the fragrance of trees came to my face, blowing away the filth in the room and bringing a fresh breath.
Outside the window, there are two tall elms. Spring has come, and the green leaves sprout quietly, emitting fragrance.
With the arrival of summer, the branches and leaves become swaying and dense, attracting birds to hover and fly in the trees; The twittering sound is like wonderful music, which makes people feel relaxed and happy! Every autumn, the trees are covered with green elm pods, which rustle in the wind like a cash cow. In the deep blue sky, a few faint white clouds are blown by the autumn wind, like a fairy's lost headscarf; It is also like the petals of scattered lilies, shining in the sun.
Autumn morning, sunny, sunny. Looking at such a beautiful picture, I feel relaxed and comfortable. In this case, I like lying on the windowsill, enjoying it quietly and sorting out my thoughts quietly. My heart is as clear as the sky and as light as a cloud.
I don't think everyone can enjoy such a time. Doctors and nurses who have just left the night shift, workers who have just changed their work clothes and walked out of the workshop, dragging their tired bodies and walking on their way home.
Thinking of this, I quickly packed my schoolbag and walked quickly to school. I will cherish this wonderful time and study hard.
There are four seasons in the scenery outside the window, just as there are four seasons in a person's life, and each season should be grasped by himself.
I can see the scenery outside the window very well.
Studying hard at my desk, I always like to look out of the window in my spare time. Through high and low houses, focus on the junction of water and sky. Whenever there is tacit understanding, someone will walk into the room, hand over a cup of tea, take stock of their own hearts, and then quietly quit.
Holding up the teacup, the water vapor blurred the scenery outside the window, adding a deep feeling, and my heart forced by books gradually calmed down. Whenever I stand in front of the window, there is always a pair of hands to close the window at the right time, leaving only the various customs outside the window for me, blocking the coolness from the outside world for me.
In the third year of senior high school, I didn't have much leisure to enjoy the scenery outside the window. I just left in a hurry and buried myself in the sea of books. And that person, those hands are still busy for me as always, that is my mother. Whenever I come home from studying at night, I can always find a familiar person looking out the window.
Under that same window, I wonder if she and I have the same mood. Did she also find the beauty of that window? Or are you just worried about her daughter? When she dressed her daughter, I wonder if she noticed the coldness of her hands. Did she bear too much bitterness and hardships of life alone in her smile at her daughter? Maybe I will leave this life next summer/kloc-the city of 0/7 years to pursue my dream and start a new life. The scenery outside this window is still the same, and it is impossible for it to leave with me.
But where there are relatives, there is home, and where there is mother, there is the most beautiful scenery in the world. No matter what kind of land I will stand on and what kind of life I will start, as long as I look back, I must have a pair of eyes, a smile and a beautiful window to support me and give me courage.
I know that when I am wronged, my mother's arms are my last harbor; When I sigh when I am confused, my mother's hands convey an eternal power. Maybe I will be in this world many years later, but my mother's heart will still be curled up warily, ready to jump up and shelter her daughter from the sudden wind and rain.
I finally understand that the scenery outside the window can be so beautiful because there is such a beautiful room behind me.
3. Help me write a composition, the topic is Outside the Window. Today outside the window, I finished my homework and thought, what should I do? Watching TV is boring. Going out to play is too tired.
Let's open the window and get some air! As soon as I opened the window, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Through the window, I saw rows of willows sprouting. From a distance, rows of willows were blown by the wind, propping up her soft body.
Pines and cypresses are still dark green, so green and so tall, as if they were soldiers, guarding our homeland forever. The flowers are so bright, so brilliant and so unforgettable.
Look at the white magnolia standing proudly, like a girl in white gauze, graceful, refreshing and holy. Flying butterflies left footprints on beautiful flowers.
I suddenly smelled a smell of earth. Compared with here, high-rise buildings are much inferior.
Through the window, I see tall buildings standing on the horizon, manipulating the human world like giants, so that lonely and helpless people can only see a sky. How big is the sky? This is a question that I have been thinking about.
Through the window, I saw the children very happy and laughing heartily. I really envy those innocent and lively children who can enjoy themselves like that without asking anything. They are so lovely and beautiful among the red flowers and green grass.
They splash water everywhere, making them look so rich; They are rolling, and their red faces show great vitality; They are skipping rope. From their bouncing feet, I can see that they are smart and happy ... when I "come back", my eyes are still the same scene-flowers, grass, trees and wood outside a window. Outside the window (2) I have a small room, or it can be said that the 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.
I want to clean my little room, spotless. Then I was the only audience in 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 is always so quiet.
One day, however, a burst of laughter passed through the window and through my eardrum. I opened the curtain, huh? It's snowing. Snow has become precious here. 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 threw down the thermos and rushed downstairs ... "Little friend, would you like to have a snowball fight with you?" Those children nodded at me with innocent smiles.
As a result, my running footprints appeared in the snow, one after another, countless. Finally, the children all went home.
Ah, the sun is out. I waved the sweat off my forehead and took a deep breath at the rising sun in Ran Ran ... Outside the window, it turned out to be so wonderful! Outside the window (3) it seems that I have been living in an indifferent state, and everything that emerges around me seems to have nothing to do with me. The sunshine in winter has a warmth that makes people fall asleep.
It seems that it can only be projected on me through countless clouds, which makes me feel that it is neither thick nor shallow, like a pair of gentle hands soothing the unknown emptiness and fear in my heart. Outside the window is the cold of winter that has been blocked, but now the sunlight comes in directly, with half of the oblique light coming into my eyes.
So I think I can only get drunk at this moment. Because I am always awake, I have to bear the pressure from all sides.
But the surging future direction and impulse in my heart desperately support me to overcome fatigue. I fantasize that one day all the manic factors involving me will be hidden.
Think of the unique scenery in the desert, the long figure dragged by the sun at sunset. The figure drifting away in the warm wind, holding a thin horse, blowing Yu Di, fluttering with the beauty of loneliness and decline, carrying beauty, leaving the evening breeze still, suffocating in my little pavilion.
I even stared at the bright moon in the sky in fear, watching its swaying posture and enchanting publicity, thinking of the fear of devouring the soul day and night. It turns out that after stripping away the false truth, I am still vulnerable to fear in the dark. The window in front of my bed may not be open for a long time! Years have rusted its face, and time has faded its color, leaving only rows of deep and shallow traces, as if to tell me that the vigorous days have quietly disappeared in a trance, like running water, never to return.
I suddenly remembered how much I loved sunshine before, and watched it penetrate my memory again and again. Recalling the sound of bamboo and the pavilion, it seems that only those images of reincarnation will emerge again and again in a helpless afternoon, with no route and no retreat, swallowing wounds again and again until there is no blood left.
I didn't even touch the window with my hand. If the window of the heart is clumsily closed from an afternoon, I will never open the window again. I will never care about everything around me again. I have forgotten the thin ivy outside the window and the sunshine climbing up my window. Always excluded from the heart. All the flowers, paths, ancient trees and rattan chairs from the memories were cut off from the castle on the same day, and all the streams, pets and plants disappeared in anguish and pain.
Everything I left outside the window, is it still there? Are they all okay? Pushing open the window, the sun suddenly came in and covered my desolate forehead. I poked my head out and saw ivy climbing intimately along the roof. In an instant, green filled my heart. The evening breeze in the sunset crouched by the window and whispered my name.
4. Write a 600-word composition with the topic "Out of the window". Outside the window, leaves and blue sky interweave into a magical picture. Some people will say that this is normal, but when you don't look up and look at the sky for a few days, you will feel that even the plain sky is so strange and sad.
The life of grade three is coming. Exercises, books and thick dictionaries oppress the table and my nerves. That's what I've heard all day. I don't think what to do if you don't get into high school. Your grades are still not ideal, and you will be scolded as soon as you relax in high school. Time flies so slowly, but it is also so fast. You often spend a day crying and forgetting, and occasionally look up in the sea of books. It will also hurt the thoughts of the Spring and Autumn Period, so we gave the fearless, beautiful, eager, simple and carefree youth to the school without reservation, gave the test questions and gave us helpless results. Speaking of it, we selectively ignore the happiness of the present for the sake of future happiness. It's sad to think that my friend said that his buddy had offended all the teachers, but I'm still very happy. This kind of publicity is what I envy. At that time, I thought I would always exist and never change, but after all, time is still stronger than me. I still forgot, lost myself in the endless torrent, became quiet and felt sorry for myself.
We are all stubborn children, thinking that we can change the world with ourselves and walk through this period of youth without regrets. But just one step, we were stung by thorns all over, and finally we sighed feebly. We are stupid, but we will never feel wrong, because that pain is our gain.
A lot of time has passed unconsciously. If this continues, some people will say that we are wasting our time. Hehe, in order to seize every minute, I have to end it. We should all learn to live easily, happily and happily in this cruel world, even if we are black and blue, we will die.
I hope that we children with dreams will not lose this only beauty. So far, smile.
5. Taking the composition outside the window as the topic, the tree outside the window snuggles up on the windowsill and looks at the tree quietly ... It is swaying quietly in the wind. I'm holding the test paper marked 79, and I can't help shivering, trembling …
And still swaying quietly. This seems to give me some comfort, but it also seems to give me some contempt.
I looked at it, and it looked at me. Suddenly, I felt a little unnatural. I asked it gently, "you seem to be very leisurely!" " ""You look carefree, too? " It answers with a smile.
"No, I'm not idle." "So you are happy?" "No, I'm not happy."
I answered in a hurry. "Ha ha", it smiled. "Is there anyone in the world who is neither carefree nor happy?" As he spoke, he scratched with a branch, and the test paper in my hand flew out of the window with the wind.
It asked me, "Is that beautiful?" I am helpless: "Not beautiful." "But I think it's beautiful! It dances leisurely in the air like petals! " "But all I know is that this is a test paper, and it's not good-looking ..." "This is everyone's cognitive difference.
In fact, everything has two sides, which depends on which side you choose to look at and from which angle. There are only two kinds of people in the world, leisure and happiness. Happy or unhappy only because of different mentality, unhappy because we only see the surface of things and don't appreciate their inner beauty. If you look at it from another angle, you will have another idea ... Are you happy? "It looked up at the swallow soaring in the air.
6. Pay attention to the composition titled "Out of the window"! Confused Xiaotian is here to answer your questions! * There is no model essay, but I think the following are more useful to you, because the important thing is to make up your mind! In the world outside the window, most people will start to write about what is happening in the outside world as soon as they see the topic, but I suggest that it is best not to do so.
You can thank the world outside the room first, and then compare with the world outside the window. For example, if your theme is related to freedom, you can write that you have no freedom in the house, and highlight your yearning for freedom through the beauty of the world outside the window (these are for your own play).
But the theme is different, and your way should be changed appropriately. You can write about the scenery outside the window, the stories that happened outside, and the social chaos outside.
You can also write about how you used to feel when looking out of the window, and then your family and friends tell you what happened in society and changed you. Later, when you grow up, you should learn to go to society.
What kind of mood do you go out with, only to find another thing that makes you feel contrary to what you have always thought? Or you can write a story.
For example, a disabled child is too inferior to go out. He lies in bed and looks at the sky outside the window every day, listening to the children next door go to school with their classmates, and listening to the adults and children outside setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. He thinks that excitement doesn't belong to him and feels very lonely.
But one day, he finally got up the courage to go out of the house, or he had to go out for some reason. Instead of laughing at him, those children care about him and treat him as a normal person. He found that the world is beautiful and people are full of love.
That's probably it. Let's see if it's enlightening! Hehe, lost, dedicated to Xiaotian.
7. Write 600 words on the topic outside the window. Suddenly, the sound of "ticking" reached my ears. It had been raining for a long time when I looked up.
I like rainy days, because whenever it rains, it reminds me of many happy things: walking in the rain, falling in love in the rain, sincere smile in the rain, what impressed me was the words in the rain-that day, just after the results were announced, I learned that my grades plummeted and my mood fell into the abyss. After school, I slowly approached home with a heavy schoolbag on my back.
Dark clouds were gathering and it began to rain. In this rainy darkness, a feeling of helplessness and sadness shook before my eyes. Finally, tears flowed out of my face, and the rain spilled on my face. I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
I sat on the ground feebly and lost my voice in pain. Suddenly, a familiar voice came into my ears, "Sister, what happened? Why are you sitting here? " I didn't say anything. I looked up and threw myself into my brother's arms and cried.
My brother knew that my grades had plummeted and tried his best to comfort me. I still remember the sentence that made me stop crying gradually-as long as I have hope, there is no place I can't reach, and there is no dream I can't realize! My brother's words aroused my interest, and I listened to his stories patiently.
"Hope is like a box of chocolates, it is full of imagination; Occasionally, it is a phone number that cannot be dialed. Try a few more times and there will always be an answer. " Even if it is high, so what? On tiptoe, we are closer to the sun. "With my brother's words, I unconsciously fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up, I was already in my room.
8. An essay entitled "Out of the window" The tree outside the window snuggled against the windowsill and looked at the tree quietly ... It was swaying quietly in the wind. I'm holding the test paper marked 79, and I can't help shivering, trembling … and still swaying quietly. This seems to give me some comfort, but it also seems to give me some contempt. I looked at it, and it looked at me. Suddenly, I felt a little unnatural. I asked it gently, "you seem to be very leisurely!" " ""You look carefree, too? "It answers with a smile." No, I'm not idle. ""So you are happy? " "No, I'm not happy. "I answered in a hurry." Haha ",it said with a smile," Is there anyone in the world who is neither carefree nor happy? "As he spoke, he scratched with branches, and the test paper in my hand flew out of the window with the wind. It asked me, "Is that beautiful?" I am helpless: "Not beautiful." "But I think it's beautiful! It dances leisurely in the air like petals! " "But I only know that this is a test paper, and it is not beautiful ..." "This is everyone's cognitive difference. In fact, everything has two sides, which depends on which side you choose to look at and from which angle. There are only two kinds of people in the world, leisure and happiness. Happy or unhappy only because of different mentality, unhappy because we only see the surface of things and don't appreciate their inner beauty. If you look at it from another angle, you will have another idea ... Are you happy? " It looked up at the swallows soaring in the air.
9. Pay attention to the composition titled "Outside the window"! Confused Xiaotian is here to answer your questions!
* There is no model essay, but I think the following are more useful to you, because the important thing is to make up your mind!
In the world outside the window, most people will start to write about what is happening in the outside world as soon as they see the topic, but I suggest that it is best not to do so.
You can thank the world outside the room first, and then compare with the world outside the window. For example, if your theme is related to freedom, you can write that you have no freedom in the house, and highlight your yearning for freedom through the beauty of the world outside the window (these are for your own play).
But the theme is different, and your way should be changed appropriately.
You can write about the scenery outside the window, the stories that happened outside, and the social chaos outside. You can also write about how you used to feel when looking out of the window, and then your family and friends tell you what happened in society and changed you. Later, when you grow up, you should learn to go to society. What kind of mood do you go out with, only to find another thing that makes you feel contrary to what you have always thought?
Or you can write a story. For example, a disabled child is too inferior to go out. He lies in bed and looks at the sky outside the window every day, listening to the children next door go to school with their classmates, and listening to the adults and children outside setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. He thinks that excitement doesn't belong to him and feels very lonely. But one day, he finally got up the courage to go out of the house, or he had to go out for some reason. Instead of laughing at him, those children care about him and treat him as a normal person. He found that the world is beautiful and people are full of love.
That's probably it. Let's see if it's enlightening! Hmm. How interesting
Confused Xiaotian is special.
10. Write a wonderful article about the window. The world outside the window flapped its delicate wings, bathed in the sunshine of the past, shook off the anxiety of summer and put on golden eyes.
On the other side, it is still the homeland of the cold wind, filled with a faint fragrance. A familiar voice is calling, a gentle language is lingering in the dream, and a heavy commitment is precipitated in the bleak spiritual wilderness.
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 it is heaven again, then I can't say 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.