Excellent composition outside the window 1 I sat at my desk alone, reading a book carefully and enjoying the wonderful time at noon. Flute and erhu sounds came from time to time outside the window. This is the music played by the grandfathers downstairs every day, which is most suitable for reading at this time.
Holding a book in your hand, chew the words gently. If you encounter something obscure, you don't have to fully understand it. Just close your eyes and slowly experience it. The warm sunshine outside the window penetrates through the window screen and turns into several obvious oblique lines to sprinkle on the body, with a little drunkenness. Similarly, you don't have to keep your head clear, just feel quietly in this drunken haze.
When my mind was clear, my mood became clear, and I looked out the window again. I saw the high-rise buildings shining in the sunshine, and the harsh light made people frown. Nanshan in the distance can only be vaguely distinguished, just like a shy girl who has just taken a shower. The whole body is hidden in this dense fog, making it impossible for people to see its true face for a while. Crowds of sparrows came, one following the other, as if they were dancing solemnly and beautifully in the sky, or just playing and frolicking. Presumably the sparrow flying freely must be in a very happy mood at the moment.
Unconsciously, in the afternoon, the sun sets day by day. I looked out of the window again, but my vision was blurred because of long-term close focus. I can only vaguely see that the sunset is covered by thick clouds, and the warm sunshine has long since disappeared, replaced by only a touch of orange glow on the horizon. At this time, Nanshan is no longer shy, and its thin white gauze dress has faded, revealing its lush true colors. This Chardonnay is just above her, more like the hand of nature sketching a colorful outline for this endless dark green mountain with colored crayons, which also makes Nanshan the most beautiful place in the near and far landscape at this time, beautiful and moving.
The sun continued to set in the west and finally fell below sea level. The aura of Nanshan dissipated, the flying sparrows returned to their nests, the world outside the window darkened, and people lit their little lights interestingly. So I also lit my own lamp and continued to work on that book.
The window suddenly became dark, and the cold wind made people outside the window tighten their sleeves and ran home. Suddenly I saw a small tree, swaggering in this cold wind. My heart seemed to be pulled up and I was extremely worried.
Suddenly, the storm began. The whole world was shaking and hit by the storm. I am ecstatic to recall the oral English contest.
At that time, because of my excellent performance in English cram school, my teacher recommended me to take part in an oral English competition. I heard that the venue is in Hangzhou. I am very excited and full of confidence.
Just after I went to Hangzhou with confidence, the teacher gave us the last training. However, the last section is naturally to look at the picture and speak. If I look at pictures and speak in Chinese, I can speak a lot, but in English, my mouth can't speak. Obviously, the picture I got was simple, but when it came to me, I couldn't open my mouth. The teacher stopped talking when he saw me, so he had to let the other students speak first. I saw other children speak so well, but I couldn't say it. When it was my turn again, I still couldn't say it. Seeing other children speak so well, my face turned red and tears swirled in my eyes, but I still couldn't help letting it flow down.
The teacher saw it and immediately went up to comfort me and told me more carefully. Finally, I spoke a series of English that was not fluent. Everyone gave me thunderous applause. The teacher's face was very pleased. I finished the competition under the guidance of my teacher.
The wind stopped raining and the sky finally cleared up. The tree that experienced the storm scattered its leaves all over the floor and some branches were broken, but it survived the storm. Become more energetic.
After waiting for a long time, I finally saw the final result. I won the first prize, and this picked-up heart was finally put down. My face is full of joy. I like winning prizes.
Face setbacks, face them bravely and never give up. Just like a small tree, although small, it can survive tenaciously after the storm. We should face setbacks bravely, as long as we know that "there will always be a rainbow after the storm."
There is a small slope outside the window of our class.
This seems to be left over from building a house a few years ago. Most of the year is bare, with no green at all. Sometimes, a few stubborn grasses will be drilled in the barren soil, but all the roots will wither before they are firmly rooted. Over the years, the slope will become more and more rampant, and finally a stinking ditch will be squeezed out, giving off a stench like a cavalry guard. As a result, no one wants to go near that slope.
Until one day, a horse broke into this "desolate" world. It is said that it is a horse in the training ground on the beach in the distance. It broke free from the reins and fled here. It's a strong and beautiful dark horse, maybe it's been bound for too long, and those beautiful eyes can't cover up the inner hole. It fled to this borderless slope. When it saw this lonely and empty world, it suddenly screamed with excitement and ran unscrupulously. We all crowded to the window to watch this "rare scene", watching this big guy with shiny oil bristles running and jumping, and his heart soared with this freedom. But this exciting moment was dispelled by the man who swore and forcibly took the horse away. Looking at the dark horse's disappointed back and listening to the whimper from the deep throat, all the students present left angrily, but I secretly sympathized.
Perhaps inspired by horses, the originally bare hillside was covered with green this summer. It's like a child who has been forgotten for a long time getting a hug and shining at the moment. The gutter is also covered with green vines and purple flowers. In addition to the intense study life, I will also look at the lush green outside the window from time to time. Occasionally I think of the dark horse that yearns for freedom. I think it will never forget this small slope that once gave it short happiness!
Excellent composition outside the window 4. Outside the window are overlapping vitality.
Three or four drainage fir surrounded my sight like an upright guard. Among the green trees is the house of the last century, which is in sharp color difference with the new building in my community. Metasequoia glyptostroboides is not completely green, and its leaves are slightly yellow at the end, like autumn hay.
The Metasequoia glyptostroboides outside the window is quiet all year round, and there are few nests. If the tired magpie stops flying, it will be great luck for Metasequoia. If you are lucky enough to see a silhouette flash across the building from the top of Metasequoia, it is a magpie. The branches of Metasequoia glyptostroboides sway from side to side at the moment when the bird takes off, which drives the trunk to sway slightly, and the slender leaves make a dumb sound, which is really interesting.
Rain is coming and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. Whenever the sky is overcast and the wind and rain are approaching, Metasequoia glyptostroboides is always bullied by the wind because it is too high. On sunny days, the branches and leaves are no longer dumb, but magnificent, mixed with the sound of "rustling".
In summer, the old people in the community love to gather under the Metasequoia glyptostroboides outside the window, or talk about everything or close their eyes. Sitting firmly on the pony, holding a cup of tea in his left hand and an old cattail leaf fan in his right hand, shaking it gently and slowly. The sky changes as it says. "Grandpa, it's going to rain, go home quickly!" The child was crying at his grandfather's skirt. The old man smiled, took the child's hand, sat down among the three Metasequoia trees and continued to drink tea. The child looked up at the sky anxiously. After a while, the feet were numb under the rain, and the lush Metasequoia was like an open umbrella, only letting the raindrops fall, adding a little coolness. Regardless of the wind and rain outside the forest, the Metasequoia forest at this time is a small world. It's cloudy outside the window, with trees and white rain. If you feel it calmly, Metasequoia glyptostroboides shakes like human breath.
In the dead of night, street lamps cast soft light, reflecting the trunk of Metasequoia glyptostroboides, and the ground is bright and clean. Nocturnal insects sing shallowly, surrounded by intoxicating fragrance and overflowing fragrance. Life shows charm at night, Metasequoia grows peacefully in the wind and rain, praising life.
Human taste is pure happiness. Outside the window, inside and outside, each with a little joy.
Mottled shadows, infinite amorous feelings.
The window is like a goldfish in a fish tank, like a sapling in a potted plant, like a canary in a birdcage. Like them, I am stuck in my homework-because I am a graduate student. I am looking forward to the world outside the window.
Look out the window, two girls are playing, but they are three or four years old! They are playing wildly on the grass. Sometimes you chase after me, sometimes you play house, and sometimes you fall on the grass and look up at the sky together. Carefree, free, how free.
Very good! You can roll freely on the grassland mountain! Suddenly, my back got cold and I turned my head. My mother is eyeing me.
"Why don't you go back and do your homework?" Mom's voice is eight octaves high.
"Know, know, know." I timidly returned to my desk, glanced at them again and sighed.
Why! Why, why can't I play on the wide grass like them? Why am I locked up in this small room? There is no freedom, only books, homework, books and the sky in four corners.
Is this exam-oriented education? Only teach people to be machines. There is no freedom, no partner, only endless homework. Don't shut me in the window and look at the world in that corner. Let me go out for a walk! I don't want to go to Paris or Seoul, nor to the zoo or amusement park. Just let me walk around the street and have a look. Let me go out for a walk, will you?
Goldfish in fish tanks cannot feed, saplings in potted plants cannot grow, and canaries in bird cages cannot fly. Let me out of this narrow room and look at the vast sky!
When I was a child, I remember my mother told me a story about six old people living in a hospital ward. All of them are in the late stage of cancer, and some of them have just entered the late stage of cancer. Five of the six old people live in self-pity every day. They complain that their illness is unfair and that their families are not considerate. They hate their carelessness, some cry all day, some sigh, and some even lie in bed all day. But an old man leaning on the bed is different. He opens the window beside him regularly every day. When sunshine and fresh air are spilled into the ward, other old people will complain about the air pollution outside, the wind is too strong and so on. But the old man still insisted. He sprouted and planted trees outside the window in spring, with green grass in summer, falling leaves in autumn and snow in winter. The patients around him have changed many times, but he still lives happily and optimistically. The old man doesn't care about his life, but thinks that a state of mind is more important than death.
This story is not about the window in the ward, but tells us the optimistic attitude of the old man. He looks forward to the blue sky outside the window every day. He has expectations and spirit. No matter how sick he is, he still wants to live optimistically. Sometimes life is like this. If we close our hearts and put all the factors of happiness outside the window, then we will not feel the beauty of the outside world. If we are willing to open that window and open the window in our hearts, the blue sky will be waiting for us to watch. The painful things will definitely pass, and after the pain, I will definitely leave the widest sky for myself.
Outside the window is the blue sky, and outside the window is optimism and beauty. Give up your own haze, be a brave and confident person, drive away sadness and leave happy notes in your heart. This is the true meaning of life. composition
He opened the window and the soft sunshine rushed into the room. He is reckless and naughty. At 5 o'clock in the morning, I knocked on the window and wanted to come in as a guest. I followed the direction in which the sun came in and looked out of the window. The beautiful scenery outside the window is so eye-catching, exudes the pure beauty of nature, as well as moving places, full of unique emotional appeal, making people curious.
I put my hand on the windowsill and stared at the dark space outside the window. There is a Samoyed dog in the clearing. Its hair is solid, but unlike poodle's hair, it is curly. It closed its eyes and lay there listlessly with a sad face. Oh, he is complaining that he has too much pure wool. In such a hot summer, he should not want these thick heating burdens! It opened its eyes! Among its eyes, sparkling eyes seem to tell me its difficulties, and I seem to understand the troubles revealed from it. The sun came out again and it closed its eyes again.
I looked at the sky and stumbled upon unusual beauty. The sky looks washed, especially blue. Don't shine. Baiyun seems to have been soaked in milk. Together, it looks like the static state of blue paint and pure white paint pouring out together. A storm dispersed and the color faded, as if it had changed color. It's as if the paint has been blown away, the pigment has merged, and the white is gone, leaving only light blue. Clouds in another place are more attractive. With the cooperation of light and shadow, the three-dimensional change process of the 3D version of the cloud is displayed, and the layers of the cloud are clearly displayed, layer by layer. I think, if there is an opportunity, I would like to travel and visit in such a layered sky. Of course, this is just my imagination.
Outside the window, it is so wonderful. We must make the beautiful scenery in front of us never fade and always be full of vitality!
In the 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 its eyes were covered with silver-gray fluff. 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.
I got up early, blinked, rubbed my eyes and looked out of the window. Very bright. A gust of wind blowing, chilly, lying in bed, just tucked in-Atchoo.
I got up, went to the window and looked at the golden patches outside. There are apples, corn, tomatoes ... everything in the field.
I went downstairs and walked under the apple tree. I smelled the smell of apples, heard the songs of autumn, watched the trees dance, and the leaves sang and danced at the same time. Sasha vujacic has a beautiful voice, just like a singer's wonderful voice. The lake is like a talented painter, depicting a scene and a thing in autumn on himself, leaving a deep memory trace.
Time slipped away quietly, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye. Looking out of the window, the streets are crowded with people, making it difficult to drive. The streets are decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and the lively dusk suddenly seems to have returned to the day. The supermarket is full of fresh fruits and vegetables. As soon as my eyes lit up, I left a drop of saliva at the corner of my mouth, more and more, as if it were going to become a river.
Among the pedestrians in the street, there are young people, very weak grandfathers and grandmothers, naughty and lovely children, stars, moons, lakes and trees. Everyone should come and see this beautiful night scene.
In the evening, all my favorite dishes are on the dining table, and my eyes are shining. I picked up chopsticks and ate them with relish.
After dinner, I went to the window. A meteor suddenly flashed before my eyes. I closed my eyes and made a wish: I hope there will be such a rich dinner every day.
But the wish has not come true so far. Perhaps, if there is happiness in life, there will always be some regrets.
I got up early, rubbed my swollen eyes and went to the window. I opened the screen window, and a cool breeze blew away my drowsiness.
The sun is high in the blue sky, and I swim in the ocean of books. My eyes hurt. When I looked out of the window, I saw a small lake. In the crystal clear lake, the little fish swims with his mother. On the other hand, small trees surround the lake and protect it like guards. Sometimes when the spring breeze blows, they will wear green clothes and dance. Hey, who's running around among the colorful flowers? Oh! It's a cute little Pomeranian. Its white hair, small eyes and small claws are so cute. Not far away, two people are fishing leisurely by the lake with fishing rods. They talked while fishing, as if in a competition to see who caught the most fish.
One day, I went to Artest's home in the country. I saw Artest sitting in a chair weakly, as if in a good mood. I quickly ran to the window and opened it. At once, colorful pictures appeared, such as pear trees, coconut trees, peach trees … all kinds of trees and fruits. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter. It was several children running on the grass with windmills. I said to Taitai: "Taitai, look, how happy they are and how lush the fruit trees are!" If you are in a bad mood, you can open the window and look at these beautiful scenery. I think you will be happy. "
In the evening, I spent the night at Artest's house, opened the skylight and looked at the starry night sky. Gradually, I fell into a sweet dream.
Yes, when you feel tired and encounter setbacks, just look out the window and your mood will definitely get better.