Window excellent composition 1 I have a good friend: window. It has been with me for many years. Come and listen to the story of the window. You are sure to learn a lot.
In the window of my room, there is a transparent little face with a black border outside, which looks like a beautiful picture from top to bottom. Inside is our community, and there are two small ponds next to it. The fish are playing freely. When the sun came from the opposite side, my lovely little window became more beautiful. It turned golden, and I couldn't open my eyes in that sunshine. The window helps me keep out the sun. When the storm comes, it helps me cover the rain curtain. The window, a conscientious guardian, guards every home and every room. I often see many broken windows with a lot of dust piled on them. But the owner just folded a few pieces of cardboard on it and left it alone. I seem to hear the window crying loudly. I don't feel worthy: the window guards everyone in the room, but this is all I get in return.
The window is a picture book with all kinds of scenery in it. I often sit by the window and look into the distance to enhance my eyesight. One winter, it snowed heavily. As usual, I looked down from the window. The pavilion is full of snow, the earth is covered with thick quilts, even the small trees are wrapped in silver, and the community is covered with snow. The children are playing happily. They can't take care of the cold and fly in the snowy world. Some children are making a snowman, their hands are frozen stiff, and some children are having a snowball fight. They grabbed a handful of snow from the snow and threw it directly to "split flowers" ...
The window is our friend, and it pays for us in obscurity. We should know how to love it and not intentionally hurt it.
The stars move, the sun rises, the moon sets, and spring comes to Qiu Lai. The scenery outside the window changes like running water, but those love marks and warm memories shine like pearls left in the long river of time. ...
Last summer just passed. Knowing that the results of the senior high school entrance examination are not ideal, I have no intention of relaxing. I was bored sitting by the window, watching the children chattering around in the community park downstairs, and my heart was full of irritability. Suddenly my parents are whispering something in the dormitory, which should be chosen by a private high school. When the fire reached my head, I shouted, "Can you be quiet? Tired of it! " Mom and dad's voice came to an abrupt end. I don't know how long it took. A pair of gentle hands gently fell on my shoulder. It's my mother: "daughter, look at those paths in the park downstairs." Each one twists and turns, but in the end it leads to the main road of the community. Just like you, although you didn't do well in the exam this time, you can still get into the university you yearn for if you continue to work hard in high school. Life may encounter many twists and turns, it doesn't matter, mom and dad will accompany you and help you! " I turned to look at my mother, saw the emotion called hope in her eyes, and couldn't help holding her hand. On that day, quietly watching, my mother and I sat by the window for a long, long time. ...
From then on, I am no longer afraid of parting and setbacks, I will keep going! Because I know-there is a window that will watch for me forever, where there is the warmth and love of home!
One day, sitting on a bus, driving past the Second Yangtze River Bridge and looking out the window, it was the mighty Yangtze River.
At that time, there was no wind on the river, several boats were parked, and a layer of river fog was floating, hazy and just white. Best of all, at the end of the Yangtze River, under the cover of trees and mist, it is impossible to tell the truth from the false, just like an abrupt stop, which makes people confused. So in the car, my classmates and I talked about the beautiful scenery outside the window and thought that we must come to the river in person.
Finally, I had a chance to walk to the river.
I looked at Jiangshan with anticipation, but only saw the green trees around me. The river is only foggy, except for white and fuzzy gray. There is no change or motivation. No wonder the Yangtze River stopped outside the window that day.
I got into the car, rolled down the window and looked out. There is only a layer of water vapor, I can't see anything.
Later, when I crossed the Yangtze River by boat, it was foggy. The strong light of the bow explored the way in the vast expanse, and the signal light dispersed red mist through the fog. I looked through the window of the ship and my heart was full of tension. I didn't rest assured until I stepped on the ground.
This autumn outing, I crossed the Yangtze River by bus again. In the car, some students pointed and asked me to see the Yangtze River. Another scene of deja vu. The Yangtze River stagnates at the end of the sky, which is extremely magical.
I changed a few windows, a few landscapes and a few moods. But are windows really that powerful?
The world outside the window always belongs to the window, so a window is a landscape; A pair of eyes, a world.
I have a warm home with beautiful glass doors and exquisite dressing rooms, among which the big bay window is my favorite.
This time, a series of "virus infestation" was staged all over the country. Can only stay at home, can't go out to play. Fortunately, we have bay windows at home. Every time I want to get close to nature, but I can only stay at home because of the virus, the bay window has become my only comfort.
I also like to sit by the floating window during the day to see what the weather is like today and see if there are people downstairs and cars. On sunny days, I will look at all the vibrant things, thinking that the virus is afraid of heat and may die in the sun. On a rainy day, I saw the rain in Mao Mao. Rain is like an embroidery needle. Weaver girl fell from the sky, trying to stab the virus to death! From the bay window, I saw the rain wash the big glass clean. At this time, I always sigh on the window and draw a love or a big smile to express my respect and gratitude to the medical staff.
I looked at the sky by the convex window, and I could imagine from a bird that maybe sparrows were chirping outside, which might be the good news that magpies brought me victory in fighting the epidemic. I will also imagine a busy doctor, nurse and scientist from the cloud.
In a word, in my eyes, they are all beautiful things, the comfort of my soul and my yearning for freedom.
After reading the book "Little Doudou by the Window", I was very moved. I think Xiao Doudou was a good boy before he transferred to another school. She must have done something unusual for an adult, because she is curious about things, right?
What moved me most was Mr. Kobayashi, the headmaster of Ba Xueyuan. He can listen to Xiao Doudou for four hours without showing impatience. It is he who makes Xiao Doudou feel very warm and at ease. It is he who makes Xiao Doudou feel that it is good to be with this person forever.
I envy the learning methods of Ba Xueyuan. I can wear the worst clothes, and I'm not afraid to break them. Students can choose any class they like and exchange seats freely every day. The headmaster also organizes picnics and the like. I really yearn for their learning style.
I read this book with my mother. She said that she admired Mr. Kobayashi's words to Xiao Doudou most: "When you're finished, just put them back, ah." Teacher Kobayashi not only didn't blame Xiao Doudou, but said such a sentence, which made Xiao Doudou feel that he was a trustworthy person. My mother said that she admired Mr. Kobayashi's educational method and it was worth learning. Xiao Doudou's mother is also a great mother. Without the education of the headmaster and his mother, would the author have achieved what he has achieved now? This book is worth reading!
When the stars in the sky twinkle happily, my fatigue of the day disappears. Lying in bed. I stare at the stars outside the window, wondering whether there is life on them, whether mysterious UFOs will appear before my eyes, or take me roaming in the vast universe, or travel to them-no, the stars should be a group of talking, singing and dancing elves, and it's impossible to say which day they will come down to decorate my crib-
Every time the moon is full, the jade plate will meet me at the window. She told me shyly that she would come again. She left quietly like this, leaving a bright, silver moonlight all over my window and covering my whole body. Windows and beds are stained with the color of the moon. I call them "moon window" and "moon bed". Sometimes the inner area of the moon will attract night owls to moan, as if crying. The moon will be short and people will be separated. I can't help but wrap the quilt tightly, because its sound makes people tremble. However, when it sneaked into my dream that night and played with me kindly, I thought it was cute, and its cry seemed to say hello to me.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and I have already unconsciously integrated into the night and integrated with the surroundings.
That thing, like a ghost everywhere, haunts me and turns around quietly. I regret it in retrospect.
It's a sunny Sunday. I finished my homework early and got in my father's car to play in Wanghai Park. There was a traffic jam on the way there. Amid all the noise and anxiety, I suddenly looked up and saw an old woman in rags standing in front of a car. Her face is wrinkled, like a dead branch with a dirty rag in her hand. I saw her knocking on the window, whispering a few words to the owner, and then picking up her shabby rag to wipe the window. However, people's original white windows actually have a few more "traces". I couldn't help muttering, "The owner of that car has a bad eye, and the clean window was scratched by her." . But the shopkeeper gave her money. Just then, the old woman suddenly held out the dirty Puckilo and was about to wipe it off our window. I quickly rolled down the glass and shouted at the old woman, "liar, go away!" " We don't need to clean the car! Said the ruthlessly stared her one eye, and shook the glass.
Her hand hung, and a few cloudy tears came out of her eyes. She sighed and walked away. I regret it. I really want to jump out of the car and say, "Grandma, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? "
Sixth grade: Sun Yajing
Looking up at the window.
What is a window? This is a transparent glass. Because it is glass, anything can "wear" it, just like light.
Why? Because windows will be "tolerant" and glass will be "humble", everything has its own personality, just like windows, just like glass.
Look at people, often haggle over every ounce, often ... I learned the character of windows that day.
It was sunny that day, and I went to class by subway as usual. Because it is morning, there are many office workers.
Drink soybean milk as soon as you get on the subway and taste its "mellow". But unconsciously, my hand slowly slipped from the handrail.
Gradually, the subway arrived at another station. I slipped forward somehow, and the soybean milk "fell" from my hand and spilled on the leg of a lady next to me. When I fell to the ground, I immediately got up from the ground and said to her, "I'm sorry!" " But I was very moved by her later two sentences, "Nothing! "
That smile slipped from her mouth, and I was only moved and grateful to her.
After class, I walked on my way home and thought about it carefully. I found that people in the world are not necessarily haggle over every ounce, but also taciturn, like window glass.
"Take a step back and broaden the horizon!" Maybe others are unintentional, maybe others are unintentional. If you think from the perspective of others, you will have this kind of character-tolerance.
After vicissitudes of life, the old painter drew a window for himself in the darkroom to give himself sunshine. If we draw a window for ourselves, we will also gain something.
Draw yourself a window, a happy window. Travelers who have been away from home for a long time believe that happiness means having a home; Farmers who work in the fields day and night believe that happiness is to see their crops mature; Office workers who work tirelessly every day believe that happiness is a cup of warm tea after coming home from work. Different people have different views on happiness. In fact, happiness is a beam of sunshine. As long as you pierce the darkness and draw yourself a window, happiness will shoot into your life.
Draw yourself a window, a solid window. Zhang Haidi was paraplegic at the age of five. Facing the cruel fate challenge, he didn't feel depressed and sinking, but he was full of confidence in life, fought against the disease with strong perseverance and perseverance, and withstood the severe test. She has taught herself many languages and translated many works, and is known as "contemporary Paul". Only by drawing a solid window for herself will she succeed.
Draw yourself a window, a dream window. Lincoln, the first 16 president of the United States, was born in a poor peasant family in Harding County, Kentucky. When he grew up, he did all kinds of hard work, but instead of being knocked down by poverty, he had a dream, which inspired him to move forward and laid the foundation for his final election as president. Lincoln was finally elected president because he painted a window of dreams for himself and finally walked into the light of hope.
Draw a window for yourself and let happiness, strength and dreams accompany you. Draw a window for yourself and make our life different.
One day, when a lady was hanging clothes on the balcony, she found a large piece of gray dirt in her neighbor's clothes. She thought, "What's wrong with this family?" If the clothes are not cleaned, her house must be in a mess, and the couple must be divorced. "
The next day, when the woman was hanging clothes, she found another dirty thing in her neighbor's clothes. She thought, "It's hopeless. How can there be such a family! " "
Every day when she is hanging clothes, she will find this scene.
One day, a friend came to visit her home. She finally couldn't help it, so she complained to her friend, "The family across the street doesn't understand. Clothes are always hanging unwashed. "
The friend felt very strange after listening to it, so the woman led her friend to the balcony. Sure enough, there is a big dirty thing in that dress, which stands out in the sun. At this time, a small wind blew and the clothes swayed and fluttered with the wind. My friend soon saw the asymmetry between clothes and dirt. She went to the window, picked up a clean rag, wiped it on the window and breathed a sigh of relief at it.
"Isn't this clean?" The friend said with a smile.
That dress is elegant in the sun, flawless white, and there is nothing to be picky about.
Women are speechless. It turned out that my window was dirty.
Sometimes, when we polish our inner windows and look at the world, you will find different colors.
Window Excellent Composition 1 1 There is a tall and big buttonwood tree downstairs in my house, which is flourishing, and the bottom branch has grown to the top of the garage. Because it's downstairs in my house and you can see it through the big glass window in the kitchen. Let me talk about its changes throughout the year! In spring, the plane tree sprouted. Little green shoots grew on the newly awakened gray branches. The spring breeze is blowing, and the palm-shaped green leaves are fluttering slightly, as if welcoming the arrival of Sister Chun.
In summer, after a rainstorm, the leaves of the buttonwood tree were washed dark green, from a small green slap to a green curtain. Seen from a distance, this tall buttonwood tree is like a huge parasol, providing shade for people under it; Pieces of dark green leaves are like handfuls of dark green fans, fanning and fanning, bringing a little coolness to people under the tree. In summer, the buttonwood tree also blooms a lot, and the purple flowers are like delicate small speakers. You see, the branches of the buttonwood tree have turned blue, and they are blowing their horns hard to tell people that summer is coming. In autumn, the leaves of Indus also changed from green silk to yellow brocade. After a burst of autumn rain, many leaves fell and became sparse. Where are the purple flowers? It has withered, and its branches are covered with green fruits. Soon, Qing Guo changed into a brown travel suit, ready to leave the mother tree's arms and go to the vast world.
In winter, the plane tree is empty. There are no dark green leaves, no purple flowers, and no buttonwood trees in brown travel clothes. However, buttonwood is not alone. Throughout the winter, thousands of small snowflakes from Qian Qian will accompany it to play in the snow until next spring.
Window excellent composition 12 eyes are the windows of the soul, and some students wear glasses since childhood.
In fact, just look at the way they do their homework, and you will understand that when they do their homework, their heads are very low, and everything that is one foot, one punch and one inch is thrown away. Some students may think: eyes are not important, myopia is myopia, as long as you finish your homework. Others like watching TV and playing computer, thinking while eating and thinking while walking.
Maybe some people think that wearing glasses is not only harmless, but also looks beautiful and knowledgeable. Some people are actually spoiling their eyes.
And once you put on your glasses, it's very troublesome. It's raining and my glasses are blurred. I have to dry them to see clearly. Before going to bed, you should put away your glasses and get up in the morning. In case you can't find your glasses, how can you see?
Students, please protect our eyes and don't let them be threatened by myopia. Let's pay attention to reading and writing posture, so that our eyes will be less exposed to radiation and injury for one minute, and you will not become a member of the army of myopia.
If you wait until the day you put on your glasses to regret it, it will be too late to regret it.
Let's protect our eyes and cherish them, and don't let glasses become its burden and burden!
I have read many books, and the little Doudou by the window always reminds me. The author of this book is Tetsuko Kuroyanagi, a famous Japanese writer, a famous TV host and a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF. In fact, Xiao Doudou is Tetsuko Kuroyanagi, a child who was expelled from the original school for being naughty in grade one and came to Ba Xueyuan. Under the care and guidance of President Kobayashi, the strange little Doudou in the eyes of ordinary people gradually became an acceptable child and laid the foundation for her life.
Among them, President Kobayashi is a different principal, and he will satisfy the curiosity of the children in Ba Xueyuan. Children like to play with chalk in the tram classroom, because they want to walk around the platform of the tram classroom like teachers and write and draw on the blackboard. However, primary school students in Ba Xue Garden will not scribble on other people's walls and main roads. Because they doodle at school. The thing is this: Mr. President first gathered the students in the auditorium, then gave everyone a white pen, and finally asked the students to draw on the floor with the sound of the piano and clean the door with them.
President Xiao Lin reminds me of President Chen, who is also a different principal. First of all, President Chen wants us to learn how to be human and be a good boy who is polite and grateful. President Chen greets us at the school gate every morning. On the eve of Thanksgiving, he led all the teachers to send parents a cup of warm ginger and brown sugar water. His series of actions are advocating that we should be polite and let us know the truth of gratitude from the dribs and drabs of life.
Let's be a popular person when we grow up!
I am going to grandma's house today. Far away, my eyes have habitually looked at my grandmother's window. Looking at the empty window, I can't help feeling lost. ...
I remember when my aunt and uncle were not at home, my little cousin who was four years younger lived in my grandmother's house. Every time I go back to my grandmother's house, I can see my little cousin lying in front of the window from a distance in the car. As soon as he sees me, he will excitedly wave his fleshy little hand and rush out to meet me, shouting "Sister is coming, sister is coming" as he runs! As soon as he entered the door, his little cousin jumped three feet high with joy, his big eyes narrowed into a crack, and his round face would shine with joy. And when I have to leave, my little cousin will lie prone at the window, lean his little head on me and shout, "You must come and visit me next Sunday." The car drove far away, and when I looked back, I could still see my little cousin standing stubbornly by the window, so I got used to looking at my cousin standing by the window from a distance. I like to wave to my cousin from a distance and listen to my little cousin cheering loudly for my arrival!
After more than a year, my uncle and aunt came back and they wanted to take my little cousin away. On the day my cousin left, I went to my grandmother's house to see him off. I thought his parents came back this time, and my little cousin wouldn't wait for me at the window. But when I used to look up, I was surprised to find that the familiar figure was still at the window. I looked at it silently, with unspeakable taste in my heart.
My little cousin left, and I stood at the window where he had been waiting for me, lost in thought. In the later days, whenever I saw my grandmother's window, I seemed to see my little cousin still at the window, cheering loudly for my arrival. ...
Window Excellent Composition15 April 23rd, World Reading Day. What books will you read that day?
When I was a child, I liked reading. I rented a bookstall for a penny. When I have thirty-five cents, I often go directly to the book stand for a day. I didn't read many books at that time, but books brought me endless happiness. Although I am in a remote town, the world is wonderful and unpredictable.
Therefore, when I saw so many children in the village saying that "Chinese books" and "composition books" were the books that had the greatest influence on them, my heart was very sour. I want to give them my daughter's favorite 100 skirt, blue dolphin island and many lovely picture books.
Books are indispensable for growth. /kloc-The British philosopher Bacon in the 7th century commented on reading: "Reading history makes people wise, reading poetry makes people witty, mathematics makes people think deeply, science makes people profound, ethics makes people solemn, and logical rhetoric makes people eloquent; Everything you learn will become a character. "
Whitman, an American poet, has a poem "A child walks forward": "A child walks forward every day/when he sees the original thing, he becomes that thing/that thing becomes a part of him ..."
If it is a lilac that blooms in advance, it will become a part of this child. If it is a messy weed, it will also become a part of this child. We all want to see children step by step into the most beautiful world, and children in small villages are no exception.
For these children, there are many shortcomings along the way: parents work outside, have no time to accompany them, have no worries about food and clothing, have fun, and rarely travel far ... they can't lack books any more. Let's do something for rural children who are eager to learn, starting with donating a book and a few dollars. Let books accompany them to grow up and open a window to know the world.