I seem to like curtains very much since I was a child.
When I was in kindergarten, I would excitedly move a small bench and open the curtains to look out. At that time, it seemed that the window was always full of novelty; When I was in middle school, I would spread all kinds of homework on the table by the window on weekends. When you are tired of writing, look up. At that time, the window seemed to be full of freedom forever. Now, I put my computer near the window of the library. When I hit the keyboard, I will look into the distance. At this point, it seems that the window is always full of unknowns.
However, no matter what age I am, thinking is always my normal state under the curtain.
The end of goshawk online
My family lives on the fifth floor, with the window facing a tall building. After beginning of autumn, I didn't feel cool until today. The wind fiddled with the wicker skirt and played.
I suddenly found a goshawk in the sky, so I put down my pen. Eagle hovering in the air, proud, with the wind, shuttle between the blue clouds. However, it only flew near the building and brought me a little surprise. Looking intently, I found that on the roof, a man dressed in orange was pulling the line to keep the goshawk flying. The goshawk is just a paper kite.
Next to the goshawk, a small figure flew by. I don't know what kind of bird it is, but it enjoys autumn and the sky freely. It doesn't have the strong wings of an eagle, but it is a real and happy bird. I think the goshawk will envy this little figure when he knows it.
After a while, the goshawk landed on the roof, and people in orange clothes were still struggling to dance the thread in their hands, but I didn't notice them.
I suddenly want to go out for a walk and enjoy the coolness in autumn.
Insect thinking
It's late at night, but I haven't slept yet. In the dark room, I just sat on the bed and looked out of the window. I heard the ticking of the clock and the sound of cars speeding by. But to me, they are just notes of chaotic life. I want to try to break through this mediocre scene, but I can't find an exit.
Suddenly, I heard a few insects singing, crisp and sweet, and I began to listen to it attentively. Finally, the insect entered the window with clear moonlight and continued its free and cheerful performance. Thin wings stretch with the rhythm, and slender feet step on the waltz steps. I was flattered by its unexpected arrival. I looked at it respectfully and honestly, and suddenly felt that it was far more wonderful to have fun on my own in a seemingly dull day than to find trouble on my own. Life is made up of repetition and monotony, but every day contains wonderful things. Just like this bug, it found its own happiness, no matter whether it can only play a few unchanging songs or not, but it is enjoying life. At the same time, it is precisely because of its happiness that it helped me get rid of it. I smiled involuntarily, laughing at my past stupidity. Then, it noticed me, turned its head and flew away from the window, and there was beautiful music in the distance.
Autumn insects came and went, and after a surprise, the room returned to its original state. But my mood has changed. The ticking second hand reminds me to cherish time, and the busy voice of the car announces the development of the city. The thick reference book on that desk is the weight of knowledge. I told myself that I want to be a person who has fun in life, and I will never be overwhelmed by the heavy burden. Moonlight poured down on my hands like water, and I was intoxicated by its beauty. I once believed in watching the moon, but today I understand that watching the moon is not with your eyes, but with your heart.
four leaf clover
I accidentally got a handful of four-leaf clover seeds in a club activity. When I was happy, I found a flowerpot and planted them on the windowsill.
Before long, the four-leaf clover grew luxuriantly, and I couldn't help touching them gently with my hands and felt a kind of happiness.
When I was very young, I squatted in the grass with some friends. They happily searched for four-leaf clover in the dense green. They said that whoever found it would be lucky. So I started looking. Memories of childhood are always puzzling. Many fragments remain in my mind and become an attachment and entanglement. I remember my partner's happy face when he found the four-leaf clover. I also remember the loss of my empty hands. I seemed really scared at that time, and I would never get lucky.
Come to think of it, I have never had any luck along the way, and everything has come step by step. Although the prediction of luck is not so important, the shadow of four-leaf clover has never disappeared in my memory.
I know that four-leaf clover is only a unique variation of plants, and the world always likes to attach mysterious colors to rare things. But remember, it is unwise to pursue what you can't grasp. Let nature take its course and be down-to-earth is the truth.
Now I still like four-leaf clover, but I just like it. Maybe four-leaf clover will accompany me all my life. Maybe one day, it will become a symbol, embedded in my wedding ring, and become a lifelong memory.
Seeing the curtain and the world outside the curtain is a two-day world with separation and no separation, and the infinity outside the curtain is pulling a feeling; The window of love is limited, but it is also heavy and heavy. When I saw the curtain, I admired its uniqueness and greatness, but I spent my whole life understanding its inside and outside, perhaps not completely.
2. Write a composition of 300 on the topic of curtains. I love my family.
In this happy country full of love and affection. Everyone has his own safe haven, and that is home. To have a happy family, you must accept many tests. Home gives us warmth, happiness, sweetness and affection. For me, home is like a rainbow. Seven different colors are changing all the time. There are four members in my family, the pillar father, the inspector mother, the leisure messenger brother, and
Home is a radio station, and there are endless words every day. I come from
Home is a place for leisure. Whenever I am tired of doing homework and playing games, I will lie in bed and have a good sleep, and enter the dream fairy tale paradise, Crystal Palace and interesting game world, but the good times will not last long. Just after a short break, my mother wakes me up to do my homework, cares about me, cares about my progress in study, sometimes talks to me, and finally peels an apple to refresh me.
Home is not only a gathering place for family members, but also a school to get rid of burdens and troubles. On the day when the mid-term exam results were handed out, I was under great pressure because I failed. On the way home, I was wondering if it would happen again. What language should I use to justify my poor exam? Will you be beaten when you get home? I wish the journey home was longer, but when I looked up, I was already at the entrance of Loudaokou. I'm so nervous. My red heart against my black heart, tell me: I'll give you two good ways. All you have to do is say that you did better than me. This exam is very difficult, and many of them can't. These two sentences will do nothing. Red heart said: You should be realistic and tell your parents the real reason. When I can't tell who is right and who is wrong, I think of two words to guide me to the right: honesty. So I went home and told my parents about it. Not only did they say nothing, but they also encouraged me to say: Don't be too sad, try again next time. Hearing this, I began to cry. A few simple words, let me unload the burden in my heart. I secretly told myself: study hard and do well in the next exam.
Home is beautiful, warm and sweet. I love my family!
Write a material composition according to who will wash the curtains. I have been planning to wash curtains for months, and I can't make up my mind because there are too many heavy fabrics.
I hope I didn't consider the trouble of washing curtains. I also thought about dry cleaning, and my colleagues unanimously said: How much does it cost to give you a rest? What they call "tangled together" can enter my heart best, because curtains are not like clothes, and they are really not suitable for washing together. If the plan is overturned, you have to worry about it yourself if you want to save money.
Recently, my distant cousin, who has been accompanying her children in the college entrance examination, learned about this housework. She said it would run fast and big on the threshing floor. Yes, how could I forget? Wash the curtains? Her family runs a farmhouse, takes a hotel, and the place to wash the sun is naturally surprisingly large to wash the curtains.
So I decided that my husband wouldn't go on a business trip today, which was a chore, especially because the living room was three meters and eighty stories high, and the size of the curtains was conceivable, so I had to help with the work. And because each window has two floors, there will be 30 large pieces of results, of course, those stair curtains are not counted.
4. The 500-word composition titled "The Curtains Should Not Be Lost" is another winter. Lonely snow, lonely snow, falls on my shoulder. Wild rhythm, the wind keeps up with the pace of snow. I tightened my clothes and went into the Woods not far from home. Is it cold? I asked myself. Compared with the cold in my heart, the lingering snow and ice, the haze that once troubled me. Everything seems to be. Sparse branches and leaves cover half the sky. A gray, suffocating feeling The short and noisy birdsong in the forest makes people shudder. I found the outline of the world so clear. The long-term life lies in whether human beings can go on. It seems to hear the call. On the distant horizon. Is it heaven? Are there so-called angels there? Is there so-called equality? Nobody can tell me. Nobody knows! Facing life, I am more helpless than fallen leaves. They fell beside me. By the river … I reached out and grabbed a piece! This should be their last stop. Then they landed. They reached the finish line. Look at the leaves in their hands. Clear yellow lines prove their growth. Those who fly in the air and fall to the ground ... at this time of year, they all die. They used falling to prove that they had been here. They danced with the wind. They walked into the grave in an unusual way. Nobody will care about them. Are they humble? Don't! They also have a great side. I often ask myself, are only leaves falling? Just their lost lives? There is nothing we can do about their fall, but don't we have the courage ourselves? They are the birthplace of hope! They disappeared. They witnessed their own glory. We are confused, touch the darkness, surpass ourselves, or break our dreams! Give it up! Is to destroy that little idea! Lack of hope! Walking on the bridge. Look at the river under the bridge. Fear. Darkness. Don't have the courage to run away. ! I just feel empty under my feet. I'm awake! There should be hope everywhere in life. It will make us study without pressure! It will make us very relaxed when we are busy! We believe! When the darkness comes! "Hope" will lead us into another world, be brilliant and find our true meaning.
5. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of windows. The years passed quietly like running water, diluting many beautiful memories, but leaving a lonely window.
At the beginning, I pointed out that the feature of this window is "loneliness". ) I pass that little attic full of creepers every day.
I like that creeper wall, I like that little naughty green snooping on spring; Dancing like green leaves to send away the chic of autumn; I like the unyielding silence of slender stems. Look at the Parthenocissus Wall and the closed windows surrounded by Parthenocissus every day.
(This "lonely" window is actually hidden in such an attractive Parthenocissus wall, full of a mysterious color, which will naturally arouse some curiosity. The "wall" of "a wall" is quite appropriate.
A group of parallel anthropomorphic sentences "like that" vividly depicts the characteristics of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, with a little symbolic significance. The intricate branches weave the window into a lonely eye, and the gray curtain is like a muddy tear, blocking the bright sunshine outside the window.
In this section, the loneliness of the window is visualized with two quite appropriate and vivid metaphors, giving people association and imagination. Ring the bell, a bleak picture appears: behind the gray curtain, there is a silver hair, the gray face is covered with lonely wrinkles, a pair of gloomy eyes are searching downstairs, and then it is full of loneliness, loneliness, sadness and infinite disappointment.
Shook his head, sighed and slowly closed the old window. (Very incisively grasped the most characteristic appearance, expression and movements of the characters, made a vivid description, and showed the readers the "loneliness" and "loneliness" of an old man, echoing the first section. )
I was surprised at her eyes: how like grandma's eyes, grandma's eyes are always full of love and peace. (linked to his grandmother, more specific. )
The sunset struggled to hold the treetops, as if waiting for someone. Render the atmosphere by describing the environment. )
Ring the bell again and send a greeting smile to the old man who opened the window, sprinkling a touch of youthful enthusiasm. Without any language, a window was opened.
Smiling and * * * have become the daily expectations of the elderly and me. What a gratifying car, what a caring girl, what a poetic picture! ) One weekend, it suddenly rained heavily.
As scheduled, a friendly voice came from * * *: "Come in and take shelter from the rain, son." Walking into the small building, the old man lovingly wiped the rain from my head: "Are you soaked?" "No, thank you, Grandma."
"Good boy, be good ... let grandma see ..." The old man sobbed. "Granddaughter is as tall as you ... she is busy studying and hasn't come to see me for two years.
My son and daughter-in-law are busy doing business, so I'll make a phone call during the New Year ... Good boy, come and talk to me when you are free, okay? "The old man's lonely eyes were shining. Open not only a window, but also the door of love. Whether it flows in or out of the window, it is the most precious and deepest love in the world! However, from this, as children, have we got any inspiration? ) nod, give the old man a little comfort, a little hope.
What simple demands and hopes! How can we be so stingy? Cut a beautiful curtain to change the gray mood of the elderly and let the bright sunshine warm their hearts. Good wishes need to be practiced by each of us and expressed by subtle actions ... this is our obligation as children and the unshirkable responsibility of the whole society. )
General comment: the full text is fluent in thinking, ingenious and natural in conception, vivid and meticulous in description, vivid in image, in place in description, rich in contemporary significance in connotation and reserved in theme. What I particularly appreciate is the successful description of this article and the idea of flowing down naturally like a stream.
6. Who will write a composition based on washing curtains? I have been planning to wash curtains for months, and I can't make up my mind because there are too many heavy fabrics.
I hope I didn't consider the trouble of washing curtains. I also thought about dry cleaning, and my colleagues unanimously said: How much does it cost to give you a rest? What they call "tangled together" can enter my heart best, because curtains are not like clothes, and they are really not suitable for washing together. If the plan is overturned, you have to worry about it yourself if you want to save money.
Recently, my distant cousin, who has been accompanying her children in the college entrance examination, learned about this housework. She said it would run fast and big on the threshing floor. Yes, how could I forget? Wash the curtains? Her family runs a farmhouse, takes a hotel, and the place to wash the sun is naturally surprisingly large to wash the curtains.
So I decided that my husband wouldn't go on a business trip today, which was a chore, especially because the living room was three meters and eighty stories high, and the size of the curtains was conceivable, so I had to help with the work. And because each window has two floors, there will be 30 large pieces of results, of course, those stair curtains are not counted.
7. Under the composition window with the theme of "window"
Under the window, I looked at the cloudless sky in Wan Li.
The wings of fantasy soar in the air, bathed in sunshine and fly to the boundless blue.
I once had a childlike innocence, sailing in the wind, swimming in the sea of clouds and exploring the mysteries of the universe. There is a magnificent world on the other side of Hongqiao, and the palace que in the middle of the month was made by Baoyu. And on the cool couch in the summer night yard, I have woven the dream of picking stars more than once.
Later, I like to lie on my back alone, rest in the bushes, stare at the sky and shoot yearning arrows into the free and vast world.
Once I went to a dangerous building alone. It just snowed in the south of the Yangtze River. The sun was thin and cold, and the celestial bodies were boundless. Looking at the mountains in suburban Bai Shou, it stands proudly; Overlooking the dense houses and streets in the city, piles of people and waste, a meaningless sigh is unconsciously produced. Suddenly, a red balloon with a broken line flew from the nearby market. I watched it go straight into space, then floated out of the city, drifting away and getting smaller and smaller. Finally, even the gray dots disappeared from my view. My unruly soul is attracted by it, and I feel the vastness of the world, but I have nowhere to find it.
I was also driven by angry clouds, looking forward to the storm and the dance of Haiyan.
I also groped like paint in the dark night, there was no wind, no stars and no moon. In the distance, however, there was an owl's mysterious and tragic song, which was erratic and like a hairspring. Therefore, I trembled and was threatened by eschatological fear. ...
Who can imagine a world without the sun?
I made two pictures with an imaginary marker. One is a dark prison, a black wall and a black smell. The chain is like a big black snake, lying lazily at the prisoner's feet. In a narrow prison, a gaunt face stared blankly at a corner of the sky. The other is a small building, a quiet room, with wicker hanging like a curtain, covered with a window and silent. There is a * * * leaning on the bar, looking for lost joy in the white clouds of Aida. She held her head high, like Jiao Ren on the sea, and glittering beads were scattered on her ivory cheeks.
Fate has fallen on unfortunate people, but the seeds of hope are still in people's hearts, growing new life. Without light, there is the earth jumping in spring outside the iron sill; Without love, the world still has infinite warmth. -a "will to live": this is my clumsy inscription for this painting.
The majestic atmosphere around the earth once surprised the ancients with the vast "big articles"; We also know that it is the source of life for all living things. But once the city removed the national emblem of the motherland, the bad luck of slaves made people bow their heads forever and dare not look up at the crystal sky again. People who occasionally peep at the sky from the window can't help but feel like prisoners.
Imagine what magnificent weather it is in the sun. Mountains, rivers and Yuan Ye are all masterpieces of the creator! The palace in the north is magnificent. There is a white dove at the head of the ancient city, flapping Jiao Ran's wings under the blue sky, and the pigeon bell scatters a beautiful song of peace. But now what these scenes cover up is the humiliation shadow under foreign invasion.
The devil turns into a gray dragonfly, spits out a poisonous spell and flies near from a distance.
I hold my head high, my thoughts are boiling and my heart is heavy. -I dream of a carnival day, where torches are everywhere, songs are everywhere, and pedestrians hold their arms high and stand up. ...
8. Write an 800-word composition on the inside and outside of the window. Time is like water, which dilutes many flashy memories and leaves a lonely window …
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Every day, I pass the old building full of creepers. I like climbing that wall.
Tiger. I like pale green spots and watch naughty spring. I like withered movies. Send them away.
Free and easy in autumn; I like brown stems, but I am unyielding in silence. Look at that wall every day
Parthenocissus, look at the closed window set by Parthenocissus.
The intricate stems weave the window of the shuttle bus into a pair of lonely eyes, and the gray curtains hang.
A cloudy tear blocked the colorful sunshine outside the window.
Dusk. The evening sunset hangs lonely on the thin branches, and the bleak west wind is lonely.
Rolling across the bare road, a trembling yellow leaf turned out the feeling in my heart: I really want to see this building.
The owner of.
Ring the bell, reflecting a sad close-up: a gray head leaned out from behind the curtain.
My hair and gray face are covered with lonely wrinkles, full of longing and surprise and hidden sadness.
My eyes searched downstairs, and then they were full of loneliness, loneliness, sadness and hopelessness. evening
Blunt shook his head, took a deep breath, and slowly closed the window of Banbarge.
I was surprised by her eyes: Grandma's eyes are always full of love, peace and indifference.
The setting sun clutched at the thin branches as if waiting for someone. Lonely and hopeless eyes hurt young people.
A sentimental heart. Ring the bell again, wave to the old man who opened the window and send a greeting smile.
Sprinkle a touch of youthful enthusiasm and hold up the setting sun.
Without any language, a window was opened. * * * and a smile have become my common concern with the elderly.
God's expectation.
On a snowy weekend, an old soft voice floated in the agreed * * *: "
Son, come in and avoid blood for a while. "The old man's smile melted the snow. Into the small building,
The old man lovingly caressed the snow from my body; "It's freezing, son."
"No, thanks, Grandma!" I helped the old man.
"Good boy, good ... let grandma have a good look." The old man is sobbing. Small building
It is very cold, and the bed covered with electric blanket is still cold. The snow outside the window is accompanied by the old man's lonely voice.
Floating alone, like a poem facing Ma Zhiyuan.
"Granddaughter is as tall as you. She is busy with her studies and hasn't come to see me for two years ... son.
Daughter-in-law is busy with business, so she didn't call until the Spring Festival ... "
"Son, grandma doesn't lack anything, but my heart is empty. I miss my granddaughter and son.
Children ... come and talk to me sometime, okay? "Turbid eyes flashing.
Begging. Nodding gives the lonely old man a comfort and a hope. Cut a beautiful picture.
Curtains, instead of the gray mood of the elderly, let colorful sunshine warm the hearts of the elderly; Folding rope
Colorful wind chimes hung in front of Bo Ban's window, calling Parthenocissus tricuspidata to let spring in.
Don't let the old man be too lonely.