2. The composition "Open the window and close the window" is a window.
Stand on tiptoe and push with your little hand. The window creaked open.
Suddenly a dazzling blue light pierced my eyes through the small window. I'm shaking all over.
I am amazed at its magic, beauty and greatness. At the same time, the little boy who opened the window made a pious wish: I want to go out.
He's pretty sure. ..... The wind blew down the tree and the yellow leaves attacked people.
The glass was rustled. It's winter, son
Close the window. Grandma always smiles.
When I have nothing to do, I often stand at the window and look up at the gray sky and fuzzy mountains of science. I learned to sigh and learn to be sad.
I also wonder if the closed mountain will make me the next victim. I can't say anything bad about grandma's life.
That may be a realm. A kind of broadmindedness.
I'll never reach it. Surrounded by mountains, I slept for a long time.
And the moment I met Haotian, the original flame in my heart roared past. I want to fly.
This is my deepest thought. Meeting is just the fuse.
The mountain village in the book is always described by writers as beautiful, even better than the paradise that human beings yearn for. Maybe this is the power of imagination. The writer didn't stay in the mountain village for about a year.
Forget this, an indisputable fact-backwardness and ignorance. But I don't want this. I secretly think of myself as the reincarnation of God.
I want to cut through the foggy sky with my eyes. Give the world an earth-shattering thunder.
Get rid of everything and walk into the city. And then come back and change all this.
Although I can't fly yet. I can't find a line that can take me for nine days.
I still love this beautiful home. I'll still do it.
..... Opening and closing the window, precious time is passing. I finally don't have to stand on tiptoe to open and close the window.
But the days have always been dull. It's just that I want to fly and remember to work hard.
Until one day. The generosity of fate.
Let me go out of the countryside and join the city. Pick up the luggage of the wanderer and open the window of the mind of the changer.
The days of wandering are full of pain and hardship. But the moment I met Fei Fei is still in my mind. Maybe the moment I met the blue sky in my childhood, I was doomed to fly in the future.
Opening and closing windows, a simple and boring action, has become my own patent. I like to stand by and watch thousands of lights. Think back to the last relationship I lost.
The window of hometown, the wandering road. Let yourself know more about the preciousness of life and the responsibility in the future.
Open the window and close the window. Years of experience have settled in my heart.
It has become a landscape that belongs only to itself. Dreams and desires sprouted from the window of childhood.
Teenagers' windows cause schools to run and wander. I wonder what the next window of youth will look like.
All I know is that this end of the window is the observation deck of the mountain. At the other end of the window is me and my dream.
Open the window, close the window, people go out and come in. ..... hope to adopt.
Thank you.
3. Close the window. After school on Friday afternoon, Xiaoming was singing and dancing on his way home.
Walking, it suddenly became dark, followed by lightning and thunder, and the wind blew hard, bending the willows on the roadside. It will rain.
Xiao Ming suddenly remembered that the doors and windows of the classroom were not closed. He thought: if you don't close the doors and windows properly, rain will float into the classroom, the walls and blackboards will be wet, and students will slip because the floor is too wet.
In such a strong wind, the window will break when it hits the wall, which will bring property losses to the class. So he hurried to school.
On the way, it was raining heavily. Xiaoming runs faster.
Running to school, he rushed into the classroom, closed the window, and then wiped the wet tables and chairs with a rag. He looked at the classroom and locked the door safely.
When he walked out of the school gate, he saw that the rain would not stop for a while, so he put his head in his hands and ran home quickly. The teacher on duty on Friday found out about it and quietly told the class teacher what Xiao Ming did on Monday.
After class, the teacher called Xiao Ming to the office and praised him. After the students know it, they all do good things like Xiao Ming.
4. The composition "Open the window and close the window" is a window.
Stand on tiptoe and push with your little hand. The window creaked open. Suddenly a dazzling blue light pierced my eyes through the small window. I'm shaking all over. I am amazed at its magic, beauty and greatness. At the same time, the little boy who opened the window made a pious wish: I want to go out. He's pretty sure.
……
The wind blew the tree down and the yellow leaves invaded. The glass was rustled.
It's winter, son Close the window. Grandma always smiles.
When I have nothing to do, I often stand at the window and look up at the gray sky and fuzzy mountains of science. I learned to sigh and learn to be sad. I also wonder if the closed mountain will make me the next victim. I can't say anything bad about grandma's life. That may be a realm. A kind of broadmindedness. I'll never reach it. Surrounded by mountains, I slept for a long time. And the moment I met Haotian, the original flame in my heart roared past. I want to fly. This is my deepest thought. Meeting is just the fuse.
The mountain village in the book is always described by writers as beautiful, even better than the paradise that human beings yearn for. Maybe this is the power of imagination. The writer didn't stay in the mountain village for about a year. Forget this, an indisputable fact-backwardness and ignorance. But I don't want this. I secretly think of myself as the reincarnation of God. I want to cut through the foggy sky with my eyes. Give the world an earth-shattering thunder. Get rid of everything and walk into the city. And then come back and change all this. Although I can't fly yet. I can't find a line that can take me for nine days. I still love this beautiful home. I'll still do it.
……
When opening and closing the window, precious time is passing. I finally don't have to stand on tiptoe to open and close the window. But the days have always been dull. It's just that I want to fly and remember to work hard.
Until one day. The generosity of fate. Let me go out of the countryside and join the city. Pick up the luggage of the wanderer and open the window of the mind of the changer. The days of wandering are full of pain and hardship. But the moment I met Fei Fei is still in my mind. Maybe the moment I met the blue sky in my childhood, I was doomed to fly in the future.
Opening and closing windows, a simple and boring action, has become my own patent. I like to stand by and watch thousands of lights. Think back to the last relationship I lost. The window of hometown, the wandering road. Let yourself know more about the preciousness of life and the responsibility in the future.
Open the window and close the window. Years of experience have settled in my heart. It has become a landscape that belongs only to itself. Dreams and desires sprouted from the window of childhood. Teenagers' windows cause schools to run and wander. I wonder what the next window of youth will look like. All I know is that this end of the window is the observation deck of the mountain. At the other end of the window is me and my dream.
Open the window, close the window, people go out and come in.
……
Hope to adopt. thank you
5. How to write the composition "It is the responsibility to open and close the window", stand on tiptoe and push with your little hand.
The window creaked open. Suddenly a dazzling blue light pierced my eyes through the small window.
I'm shaking all over. I am amazed at its magic, beauty and greatness.
At the same time, the little boy who opened the window made a pious wish: I want to go out. He's pretty sure.
..... The wind blew down the tree and the yellow leaves attacked people. The glass was broken.
It's winter, son Close the window.
Grandma always smiles. When I have nothing to do, I often stand at the window and look up at the gray sky and fuzzy mountains of science.
I learned to sigh and learn to be sad. I also wonder if the closed mountain will make me the next victim.
I can't say anything bad about breastfeeding. That may be a realm.
A kind of broadmindedness. I'll never reach it.
Surrounded by mountains, I slept for a long time. And the moment I met Haotian, the original flame in my heart roared past.
I want to fly. This is my deepest thought.
Meeting is just the fuse. The mountain village in the book is always described by writers as beautiful, even better than the paradise that human beings yearn for.
Maybe this is the power of imagination. The writer didn't stay in the mountain village for about a year. Forget this-an indisputable fact-backwardness and ignorance.
But I don't want this. I secretly think of myself as the reincarnation of God. I want to cut through the foggy sky with my eyes.
Give the world an earth-shattering thunder. Earn everything and walk into the city.
And then come back and change all this. Although I can't fly yet.
I can't find a line that can take me for nine days. I still love this beautiful home.
I'll still do it. ..... Opening and closing the window, precious time is passing.
I finally don't have to stand on tiptoe to open and close the window. But the days have always been dull.
It's just that I want to fly and remember to work hard. Until one day.
The generosity of fate. Let me go out of the countryside and join the city.
Pick up the luggage of the wanderer and open the window of the mind of the changer. The days of wandering are full of pain and hardship.
But the moment I met Fei Fei is still in my mind. Maybe the moment I met the blue sky in my childhood, I was doomed to fly in the future. Opening and closing windows, a simple and boring action, has become my own patent. I like to stand by and watch thousands of lights.
Think back to the last relationship I lost. The window of my hometown, the surfing road I have walked.
Let yourself know more about the preciousness of life and the responsibility in the future. Open the window and close the window.
Years of experience have settled in my heart. It has become a landscape that belongs only to itself.
Dreams and desires sprouted from the window of childhood. Teenagers' windows cause schools to run and wander.
I wonder what the next window of youth will look like. All I know is that this end of the window is the observation deck of the mountain.
At the other end of the window is me and my dream. Open the window, close the window, people go out and come in.
..... hope to adopt. Thank you.
6. A composition about windows of not less than 600 words. Open the window of the soul.
Windows, as we all know, are the ventilation and light-transmitting installation positions of houses and cars. Open the window, we can breathe fresh air; Open the window, let the sun shine into the room, and give us light and warmth. There are many kinds of windows in the shape of * * *: wooden windows, iron windows, aluminum alloy windows, glass windows, plastic steel windows and so on. No matter at home, in the car or even on the computer, you can see windows of different sizes. Sitting in the classroom, looking back, through that big window, you can always see a corner of the tall building and the blue sky. Close to the window, you can see the lush trees, and your eyes are suddenly enlightened: the fresh air is coming, the wide and straight streets are full of traffic, and people on the streets are talking and laughing, so happy. Looking around, the words "Naxi youth extracurricular activity center" are neatly written on the tall school gate of Lieutenant Colonel, which is particularly dazzling under the sunshine. Of course, in addition to tangible windows, there are invisible windows around us. For example, the window of the world, the window of the country and the window of culture can be seen everywhere. I can't help thinking of an invisible window in everyone's heart-the window of the soul. Open the window of the soul, too many dreams and ambitions are often stranded in all kinds of loneliness and sadness, so some people become numb, resentful and complaining, and tightly close the window of the soul leading to happiness and happiness. Open the dusty old heart window, and you will see that the flowers in front of the bed are still in full bloom, the sky is still full of clouds, and the melody of life will not stop because of the closing of your heart window, but still dance lightly. Just like a star falling, it can't dim the whole starry sky. Open the window of the soul and love the water, soil and bitter life under your feet with the most sincere heart. Learn to open a window, but also know which window to open. I read a story about a little girl. When she saw Tintin burying her beloved puppy through the window, she was very sad. Her grandfather came over and took her to another window to enjoy the beautiful roses. The little girl smiled happily. Grandpa said to her, "Son, you opened the wrong window." After reading these, I understand why some people are entangled in the cage of sadness, because they open the window of sadness and wait for happiness to fly. Then why not try to open a happy window? Open the window of the soul, bid farewell to troubles and sadness, listen to the cuckoo outside the window, feel the sunshine in summer, appreciate the clarity of autumn wind and light clouds, and look for the silence of snowflakes flying in winter ... Open the window full of sunshine, so that our heart like a bud can bloom freely on the water of years under the care of the sunshine. Open the window deep in your heart, where there are mountains, sky and sea you haven't seen for a long time. There is everything you expect outside the window. I hope all my friends can open their hearts and be happy, and there will be no more sadness.
The window is a great invention of mankind.
The house has a door for people to go in and out. Everything outside the house, even if you want to see it, you should open the door and look for it. With windows, we can get light and air without going out and enjoy the "scenery in the picture frame". The window brought a corner of the sky and tamed it. From then on, we can get in touch with nature in the house. Windows are the eyes of the house.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, I agree. However, eyes can't replace everything. If we lose our eyes, does it mean that we are cut off from the world forever? No. Helen Keller unfortunately lost her sight and hearing due to illness. However, with the strong will of Helen Keller and the unremitting efforts of her teacher Anne Sullivan, there is no language and no light. In silence, they opened a window of communication in each other's hearts. Helen learned to speak and graduated with honors to become a famous writer. The windows of the soul communicate with each other.
Let the heart have a window, just like let the grass grow in nature, the sun shine on it, the rain moistens it, let it learn to be strong in the storm, let it learn to be optimistic in the morning and evening, and let it learn to expect in the long night ... If everything is closed, so that the heart can't breathe, jump and communicate, the heart will be suppressed in a stagnant pool, hit a wall everywhere in an iron house, and finally fall silent.
Some people are always so fragile, afraid that the wind and rain will hurt their hearts, and always close the windows tightly; Some people are always so open, always open the window and let their hearts suffer from wind and rain. The former locks himself on an isolated island, does not go out to sea, does not allow others to land, and does not even allow a bird to fly over-he will only starve to death and disappear silently into the sea; The latter let himself float on the vast sea, with the wind and ocean currents, like a drift bottle, with no home, no goal and no free space of his own-he is always sailing in a slim way, and finally he can only disappear in a slim way, and the drift bottle finally sinks into the sea.
And some people are quite intelligent. They know how to control the window. How can you sail on the sea without your own harbor? After a stormy journey, I went home, thought carefully, summed it up carefully and planned the next voyage. Between exploration and rest, they are constantly moving towards their ideals step by step.
The heart is a grass. It needs sunshine, air and rain to thrive.
Heart is a small fish, it needs fresh running water to be full of vitality.
Your heart is yourself. You can't stand the dull dark iron house, and neither can you!
Therefore, opening the window of the soul is to prove beauty! Open the window of the soul, just to prove survival!
7. How to write the composition "Close the door and open the window"
In this world, I believe in inner things more than outer things. What is inside is more precious than what is outside.
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I feel like I've been trying to find the decisive moment all my life.
The camera flashed back.
The old man lives opposite my house. She has children, daughters, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, but none of them are filial to her. Usually she lives alone and cooks her own food. On weekdays, I will sit alone under the big tree in front of my house. Sometimes grandma will chat with her or get together with some old people to play cards. The old man is in his early seventies, but he is a little forgetful. For example, when my family raised chickens, there was a chicken hanging in front of the door, and the old man often brought some meals that she couldn't eat at home to our chickens. Later, our family stopped raising chickens, and the elderly would still bring those meals. Several times, we will tell her that we don't have chickens at home and don't need to bring these. The old man replied, wait for the next time, as usual.
In this way, the old man lived alone for most of his life.
The old man is very kind to me. Every time you see me, first you laugh, then you touch my head. She smiled so kindly that I couldn't see her eyes. ...
……
"Good people like old people should live for a long time ..." The idea that "good people deserve good things" filled my mind. It was only some time ago that I learned that the old man died suddenly, and my sadness came to my mind inadvertently. At this time, I can't help but recall how good the old man was to me before his death.
Perhaps just suddenly, a sentence hit my heart: "losing is winning." That's right. I still remember this is what the old man said to me before his death. Maybe I'm too young to understand the true meaning of this sentence. I have forgotten what the old man said on any occasion, but what I can't forget is the meaningful rising corners of his mouth at that time. Somehow, I feel as if something has gradually changed in my mind. Perhaps the old man changed my view on some things and made me understand some precious existence.
It is said that the old man goes for a walk and goes home to sleep when he is tired. After this sleep, I never woke up. However, the old man walked well and did not suffer pain and suffering.
I have devoted my life to filming decisive moments, but I don't know that every moment of life is a decisive moment. Is this Henry? Cartier? What Bresson said. What the old photographer said made me feel that there was something beautiful in every moment of my life. Don't think that a little beauty is not a decisive moment.
Once, I was so confused that no one really talked to me. Because when you grow up, there will always be some people who will hurt you. Every time you forget such a wound, the blade will appear again and then stab you again ... So, I decided that even a friend may be a potential natural enemy because I know each other too well. This is the world I experienced. And with the growth of age and rich experience, I also find myself more suitable for having no friends-I will be abandoned soon anyway, so why pay them? In such a lonely day, I'm sure I like loneliness gradually.
Now, as time goes on, I really understand a lot. Whether it is human nature, beauty or dreams, at least they are advancing with a little maturity that they have mastered.
Now, with the passage of time, I also understand that a real life should learn to close the door and open the window. This kind of life-you are destined to choose to understand the inner treasure with your heart, and you are destined to learn which door to close and which window to open.
People are busy running around, and like the old people, they are gradually moving towards another world. Beauty and sadness, happiness and sadness are the fruits of the branches in your yard. Flowering and bearing fruit is the hope of each of us in life. Nothing in this world can be taken away, fragrant or sweet, but in the end, it has to be left behind. However, we also left behind brilliant poems and brilliant souls.
8. The composition about windows "Open the window of the soul"
The window is a great invention of mankind.
The house has a door for people to go in and out. Everything outside the house, even if you want to see it, you should open the door and look for it. With windows, we can get light and air without going out and enjoy the "scenery in the picture frame". The window brought a corner of the sky and tamed it. From then on, we can get in touch with nature in the house. Windows are the eyes of the house.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, I agree. However, eyes can't replace everything. If we lose our eyes, does it mean that we are cut off from the world forever? No. Helen Keller unfortunately lost her sight and hearing due to illness. However, with the strong will of Helen Keller and the unremitting efforts of her teacher Anne Sullivan, there is no language and no light. In silence, they opened a window of communication in each other's hearts. Helen learned to speak and graduated with honors to become a famous writer. The windows of the soul communicate with each other.
Let the heart have a window, just like let the grass grow in nature, the sun shine on it, the rain moistens it, let it learn to be strong in the storm, let it learn to be optimistic in the morning and evening, and let it learn to expect in the long night ... If everything is closed, so that the heart can't breathe, jump and communicate, the heart will be suppressed in a stagnant pool, hit a wall everywhere in an iron house, and finally fall silent.
Some people are always so fragile, afraid that the wind and rain will hurt their hearts, and always close the windows tightly; Some people are always so open, always open the window and let their hearts suffer from wind and rain. The former locks himself on an isolated island, does not go out to sea, does not allow others to land, and does not even allow a bird to fly over-he will only starve to death and disappear silently into the sea; The latter let himself float on the vast sea, with the wind and ocean currents, like a drift bottle, with no home, no goal and no free space of his own-he is always sailing in a slim way, and finally he can only disappear in a slim way, and the drift bottle finally sinks into the sea.
And some people are quite intelligent. They know how to control the window. How can you sail on the sea without your own harbor? After a stormy journey, I went home, thought carefully, summed it up carefully and planned the next voyage. Just between this constant expedition and rest, they are constantly moving towards their ideals step by step.
The heart is a grass. It needs sunshine, air and rain to thrive.
Heart is a small fish, it needs fresh running water to be full of vitality.
Your heart is yourself. You can't stand the dull dark iron house, and neither can you!
Therefore, opening the window of the soul is to prove beauty! Open the window of the soul, just to prove survival!
9. Write an article about windows. The world outside the window is 800 words.
Flapping delicate wings, bathing in the sunshine of the past, shaking off the uneasiness of summer and covering it with 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 promise is settled in the distant 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 that in the world outside the window, there was a creature flapping its wings quietly. It seemed to be an elf, still standing in a pool of blood, and it seemed to be pursuing the mystery and flying melody of Dunhuang murals a thousand years ago with meditation. A kind of artistic conception of "a grass comes out of water, Wu Dai rides the wind" immediately took root in my superficial mind. The world outside the window is so profound and thought-provoking. 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, it exudes 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.
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 the vast Gobi Desert, and I see the long-shot meditation paradise 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. ...