Composition outside the window

In our ordinary daily life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below are the compositions outside the window that I collected for everyone. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Composition 1 outside the window

The cold wind that winter was much colder than any other year. The branches outside the window were diseased, but they could not block the cold wind.

The dawn broke through the silence of the night, and the morning light began to slowly dim the sky, and the sky began to light up slightly. Looking out the window, the sky is white, and the sun's head is emerging bit by bit. Looking into the distance, you can see smoke rising from the grandparents' hut next door.

Every time I take a break in the afternoon, I always like to bring a small stool, lean against the old wooden door frame, making a creaking sound, and hold a book, just like holding the leisurely day. I often get distracted by looking at it, falling asleep with the sound of creaking there, and from time to time I catch a glimpse of an iron tree maintained in a flower pot. He was silent, there were no changes throughout the year, and there were no proud needles pointing straight into the sky. The winter sun not only shines all over the place, but also does not miss it. The shining light dances on the tips of his leaves. It tends to be ordinary, but it is still working hard to grow. It quietly buries the confused yellow color in the winter, and welcomes the bleak winter with a green face. He did not hide in his comfort zone. He was not afraid of winter at all. Instead, he stretched out his branches, exposed himself, accepted the erosion of winter, and left alone to persevere and move forward.

I sat here for a whole day, and it was dusk before I knew it. It's like "the sunlight flickers by the window, and the shadows of flowers on the table move forward."

The sun sets in the west, and the sunset appears in the sky. Its beauty lies in the accumulation of sunlight for a whole day. At this time, outside the window, there was a beautiful scenery. I chewed my food and looked out the window.

The cold wind blew through, and the orange tree stood at the door of the house. Through the window, you can see its slightly yellow leaves. When the wind blows, they fly away with the wind and fall to the ground. I know that every fallen leaf belongs to it. memory. The wind blew my face red, I took a few breaths with my hands, rubbed them, and put them on my face.

One side of the window is my childhood, and the other side hides our unfinished dreams. Composition 2 outside the window

Spring is here, everything is coming back to life, and the birds are singing happily in the big trees again.

There is an unknown tree on the right side of the window. It has beautiful round flowers, and its green leaves make people feel refreshed just by looking at it. There is also a cherry blossom tree. Not blooming yet. But his white flowers are so beautiful. The cherry blossom tree will bear cherries around April. There is also the pine tree. The pine trees look different when viewed from different angles. From that angle, the squirrel stands under the tree with its head against the sky. It was very cool, and there were a few trees I didn’t recognize. They were bare. I thought they might be spring fields or winter, and all their leaves had fallen off. It might just be a matter of time before we grow out again.

The view outside the window is our beautiful school. In my eyes, the pine trees in the school impressed me deeply. Their height is as high as the first grade to fourth grade floors. They are brown. It's very thick. If it's summer, he can pump it up for his classmates and be as cool as an air conditioner. There are also several ginkgo trees. Their autumn fruits are very beautiful. Its leaves are yellow in autumn. In spring, its leaves are green. The only difference between the two seasons is the leaves. The leaves are like small fans.

It turns out that the scenery outside the window is so beautiful, I will pay attention to it in the future. Composition 3 outside the window

In the evening, I called Chen Jiale and said to him: "I have moved. Do you want to come and have a look?" Unfortunately, he couldn't come, so I was on the phone. I introduced him to the surrounding environment of my home.

My family lives on the 19th floor. There is a large flower bed downstairs. The flower bed is surrounded by rows of grass and small trees. There are also various kinds of flowers blooming next to it. There are such flowers, but looking down from the 19th floor, I can only vaguely see a little shadow. If my family lived on the second floor, I might be able to see the "dance" of the grasses.

There is an intersection in front of the flower bed, and there is a small courtyard at the corner of the intersection. There are many tables and chairs there. At this point after a meal, you can see a lot of people gathering there. .

Some of them were chatting, some were playing cards, and some were playing chess... Every time after dinner, I would stand at the window and look down. Looking down from the 19th floor, the people there were like ants, and I felt strange. If you're careful, you'll get crushed.

There is a river on the far right side of the flower bed. Beside the river stand many shining street lights, like small lanterns. At night, the river is bottomless and appears black and green under the light. On both sides of the river are spacious sports venues. Every day, many adults are dancing square dances, and there are many children skating, cycling, and skipping rope... They are looming in the lights, like a beautiful picture.

There are many tall buildings in the distance, and soft light leaks from the windows. At this moment, there should be many people like me enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me.

After listening to my introduction, do you like it here? Composition 4 outside the window

I love the outside the window when the snow is falling.

The snow fell from the sky in pieces, small and exquisite. It flipped and danced in the air like an acrobat. It was so light and silent. Not as bulky as hail, nor as dripping as rain. Snow falls everywhere, on roofs, branches, leaves, railings, cars, lawns, etc. It all has its traces and its graceful and lovely figure.

In winter, most of the trees have lost all their leaves, leaving only bare trunks and leaves. However, the pine and camphor trees on both sides of the road are still so green and vibrant, and the bamboos under the buildings are still so tough and tall. There are a few wintersweet flowers on the lawn, and more are still in bud, but the flowers are few and fragrant. From a distance, you can smell the elegant and simple fragrance of plum blossoms.

It snowed all night. When I get up in the morning, the sky is white, the roof is white... everything is white, the world is very quiet, and almost no sound can be heard. Only a few intermittent chirpings of birds echoed throughout the world. There was a thin layer of snow on the path downstairs, and there were a few footprints embedded in the snow. It was quiet and beautiful.

I like to look out the window when it snows. Every winter, I will stop by the window, hoping that there will be snow this winter. Although I stand in front of the window every year and look at the same scenery, the things I think about are different, and the scenery outside the window becomes different. Every year, it’s still the same scenery and window, but maybe it’s no longer the same me. I only know that the world outside the window will get better and better, and I will also move towards a wider world to welcome better growth. Composition 5 outside the window

The uncle outside the window is a beautiful scenery.

When I got up in the morning and looked out the window, the blue sky and green grass were no different from usual. At this time, an old woman with silver hair and over 60 years old passed out on the concrete floor, and a group of passers-by swarmed up to her, chattering. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by an uncle. I saw him trying his best to squeeze into the crowd, half-kneeling next to the old woman, stretching out a finger to see if she was breathing, then lying flat on the ground, crossing his hands and pressing hard on the old woman's heart, and kept putting his fingers on the old woman's nose. Next, he seemed to be slightly relieved. The ambulance called by passers-by also arrived. He stood quietly beside it and slowly backed out. I like this uncle in the window.

After lunch and having nothing to do, I prepared to go to the balcony to water the flowers. I accidentally looked out the window and saw the uncle I saw in the morning directing traffic at the intersection. He was wearing a sacred police uniform and looked like a majestic general. Looking at this uncle, my respect deepened even more.

When I was doing my homework at night, I encountered a problem and was scratching my head anxiously. I was about to stand up and relax when I accidentally glanced out the window. At this time, I saw a dark shadow shaking vaguely, and I was confused. After taking a closer look, I realized that it was the uncle. He was diligently cleaning up the confetti on the road with a broom. I know that the original cleaner took leave due to something else, and there was no one to replace him, so there was a lot of garbage. I didn't expect that the uncle would come to sweep the street because he was so busy. Once again, I was impressed by his spirit of caring for others, and my admiration arose spontaneously.

Although I don’t know the name of the uncle outside the window, he is a “hero” in my heart.

The uncle outside the window is still doing good things and helping others. He is a beautiful sight in the community.

Composition 6 outside the window

Outside the window, there is still the familiar old banyan tree. Behind the tree, large tracts of fields extend. The river pond is surrounded by fields. As long as there is a little wind, Blow the fragrance of rice.

Spring is the season of the year, and it is the time when all things come to life. There are thunderstorms, and everyone goes to the fields to plant rice. I like to sit quietly outside the window and watch them quietly. Every movement is repeated again and again. Although there are many people working, most of them are silent and busy with their work. .

The summer sun is always so hot, making everyone’s face dark and tan. Although there are many people working in the fields, there is a lot of farming work in this season, but everyone is laughing and talking together, drinking tea, smoking under the banyan tree, listening to the cicadas chirping, the sound is crisp, Elegant, far away...

Autumn is here, the fields are glowing golden, everyone is in the fields, working hard and reaping the rewards. At this time, the happiest thing is the thresher, they always Singing one after another, the world is full of charm. This voice is soothing to listen to. Maybe this is the voice of successful people. The children were also very happy. The kites in their hands were flying in the autumn wind. A few simple kites also made the sky higher. Fly! Fly! In the cry, the ideal is flying higher and farther.

In the winter in my hometown, everyone is still busy. There is no snow flying here, and there is no cold wind. What is there is that people here are working hard forever. I appreciate this scene of labor even more.

I like the scenery outside the window, I like listening to the sounds outside the window, and I even like the people working outside the window. Composition 7 outside the window

The warm sun of early summer gently slapped my cheeks, and I walked through the dense forest of my memory all the way. In the constant alternation of spring flowers, summer sun, autumn moon, and winter snow, the memory of The film finally freezes at that moment.

Early this morning, I took hot milk and bread, sat by the window while eating, and observed who was outside the window.

Through the window, a sanitation worker on the side of the road caught my attention. He was wearing an orange uniform and holding a long broom. He was sweeping the floor meticulously, although no one was supervising him. , but he still worked diligently without any laziness, sweeping the garbage on the road into a dustpan and dumping it into the garbage truck.

The sky was fine just now, but soon the weather changed drastically. The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and people ran home one after another. After a while, big raindrops fell from the sky and hit the windows, making a clanging sound. About half an hour later, the rain stopped, but it became a problem for people to cross the road - the rain blocked the stones and leaves. This is the only way for people to pass, what should we do?

Just when everyone was at a loss, the cleaner came. She dug the mud out of the sewer with her own hands. Everyone saw that the cleaner’s hands were covered with mud. Yes, such accumulation of soil, How long will it take to finish digging, and the deeper we dig, the harder it becomes, so we asked her to stop digging. After a few days, the rain would wash away the mud. But she shook her head and said, "How can this be done? How many days will it take to wait?" After hearing this, everyone came to help.

After a while, the water finally flowed into the sewer, and the cleaner's face showed a happy smile. Everyone wanted to thank her, but found that she had gone away...

After a day of observation, I feel how beautiful and wonderful the world outside the window is. Thank you to those who work silently outside the window. Without you, we would not have the convenience inside the window. Composition 8 outside the window

I was in the warm greenhouse looking at my companions who were being beaten by the wind and rain outside the window. Looking at the little flowers and grass outside, a few of the beautiful petals of the little flowers were blown off by the strong wind, and the grass was so beaten by the rain that it could not lift its head. I cast my eyes on both sides of the road. The vigorous trees stood very upright and motionless. The small flowers and grass below them were also safe. The big trees were like their protective umbrellas, protecting them at all times.

Slowly I fell asleep, and I dreamed that these little flowers and grasses that were exposed to the wind and rain outside could also live with us in a warm greenhouse, and we could absorb the sun together. The sunshine given to us by our father-in-law allowed the gardeners to water and fertilize us, allowing us to grow up and dance with the butterflies and fairies.

But I thought too much, and then the master's footsteps woke me up. I heard the most beautiful queen of roses in the greenhouse quarreling with the little weeds that had just grown. The queen of roses is the master's favorite flower. No one was more favored than it, and the owner pulled out the grass without mercy. After the rain cleared up, a rainbow hung in the sky. Children outside the window were playing on the grass. A little girl picked a flower. I heard them shouting: "Help, help, Brother Xiaocao, help me." But there was nothing Xiaocao could do. I could only watch the flowers being picked away. I was very sad. The flowers in the greenhouse live happily every day, but the wild flowers and weeds outside live a difficult and arduous life every day. If one day I wither, I will be a small flower and grass growing outside, and I will understand their hard work tomorrow. .

I want to tell people that the small flowers and grass growing outside are also alive, please don’t hurt them. Composition 9 outside the window

"Ding ding ling ling ling ling!" A deafening sound woke me up from my sleep. I stood up immediately from lying on the bed. I stretched out my wrist and looked Look at the time on your watch: 6:30. I thought to myself; why did I set the alarm so early? I hesitated for a while, and then made a decisive decision: Forget it, since I have already gotten up, there is no need to go to sleep again. I put on my slippers, squinted my eyes and turned my vision to the window, "Rust!" The sound of a broom rubbing against the ground echoed in my ears, through the window that was not very clear and covered with a little mist, The vaguely familiar figure in my eyes emerged in my mind - a sanitation worker. He was wearing an orange and old environmental protection worker's uniform and a yellowed mask. The whole street seemed to be "dead". There was no noise and bustling of the night market, no sound of crickets, no honking horns and lights of cars, only a trace of the residual light of the street lamp intertwined with the figures of environmental protection workers.

My eyes kept moving along the angle, and my eyes quickly passed through the windows that were no longer illuminated by light. The earth has lost its original vitality, and the dust in the air condenses on all kinds of cars. Among these things, only those who work the morning shift are "alive".

I stared out the window intently, and when I saw 7 o'clock on the watch, I realized it was morning. The scenery outside the window also slowly changes as time goes by. Uncles running in the morning pass by with light steps on the street. Students carrying schoolbags to make up for classes are walking slowly. Everything that has been sleeping is finally waking up, and everyone is revealing. There was a glimmer of life. The original blackness was just the darkness before dawn. Composition 10 outside the window

I don’t know when, the moonlight has come quietly. She stepped gently into my window and slowly draped a layer of silver gauze on the end of the bed.

Sitting at the desk and looking out the window, I had no intention of looking at the beautiful scenery. I just looked at the moon and thought about a question. As I thought about it, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Today, my brother laughed at me again. In the evening, as soon as I got home, I solemnly said: "I will definitely get into the top three in the class for this exam." My mother was the first to say to me: "Well done! Then you have to work harder, Do more questions and read more books." My brother poured cold water on me: "It's impossible for you to be in the top three. Stop daydreaming. Why? Maybe you can get good grades?" I was about to retort, but he said again: "You can't just dream about it, you won't succeed. Look at your English, how come you don't understand..." He said so much in one breath without repeating a word. At first, I just smiled and said he was too long-winded, but I didn't get angry. But he still said: "You are as stupid as a pig, and you still act like this every day, hey..." I got angry for a moment, and said casually: "You are the only smart one, so you can get 600 points in the exam." My brother listened. After that, instead of feeling ashamed, I became even more proud and said, "You are still competing with me. Can you compete with me? I am number one in the class." Hearing these words, I was very angry and couldn't help but shed tears. Come down. My mother criticized my brother, but I still felt aggrieved. I felt like I had a five-flavor bottle knocked over, and I didn’t know what it felt like.

I looked at the moon outside the window, and my mood slowly calmed down. After thinking about it carefully, maybe what he said is right. I shouldn't just dream about it every day without taking practical actions. Thinking of this, I quickly opened the book and started studying.

At this time, the moon outside the window became brighter.

Composition 11 outside the window

There are pedestrians, water, trees, and all the beautiful things in the world outside the window. There was mist in the early morning. In the evening, there are burning clouds and sunset glow. Outside the window, it's like God's darling, with scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In the early morning, the sun climbed up into the sky in a daze. The mist has not yet dissipated, adding a mysterious veil to the sun. Sometimes, the chirping of birds is heard. There is a pond opposite. When the lotus flowers were in full bloom there, there were many shy lotus flowers hidden among the green lotus leaves. There are many trees next to it, and peach blossoms are in full bloom there in spring. It's a pity that the peach blossom trees did not survive until next spring. Now, the lotus flowers on the pond have been burned out, and half of the trees have been burned. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is only half of it.

In the evening, the sunset dyed the white clouds red. There are several birds flying in the sky. Looking further down, several yellow butterflies were attracted by an unknown little flower. I'm thinking how great it would be if I could draw! I can draw all the scenes I see into the picture album, so that the flowers will never wither, the grass will never wither, and every animal will have its own home.

At night, the scenery at night is naturally different from that during the day. The moonlight shines on the pond opposite, and the moon is also reflected in the water. The streetlight opposite was still on. Make the dark night appear brighter. Because of this, the stars in the sky seem to disappear into the night sky. The lonely moon looks a little desolate without the company of stars. But street lights can no longer obscure the shining of the North Star. The entire dark sky outside was painted with a moon and a looming star.

The scenery outside the window is complex and changeable, and also unfathomable. Composition 12 Outside the Window

Halfway through my homework, I felt a little tired, so I stretched myself and came to the window. It was a piece of grass, green, like a big green bed. I thought it would be very comfortable to lie on it and sleep.

The grass is full of colorful flowers, very beautiful! A gust of wind blew by, and the little flowers swayed, as if they were nodding and smiling with us. They are competing for beauty one by one, as if they are competing to see who is more beautiful. Listen, the rose said: "My petals are bright red, I am the most beautiful!" The sunflower said: "I look like the sun, I am the most beautiful!"...

Suddenly, a cute little The dog is running here chasing a red butterfly. The puppy may want to play with the little butterfly! Wherever the little butterfly flies, the puppy will chase it. It screamed "woof" as it ran, as if to say: "Little butterfly, don't run, play with me for a while! I'm so bored!" But the butterfly ignored it at all and flew away without looking back. Maybe find a new playmate!

Surrounding the grassland is a crystal clear river. In the small river, there are two cheerful white geese swimming freely in the water. Their white feathers float on the water, their red paws stir the water, they raise their heads and sing loudly. As the saying goes, "The geese and geese sing to the sky, their white feathers float on the green water, and the anthuriums stir the clear waves." Sometimes they chase and play, sometimes they stop to look for food.

There is a small wooden boat leaning on the riverside, which is tied to a wooden stake. Don't know who its owner is? Where again? This small wooden boat was parked on the shore, quietly, probably waiting for its owner to come back.

Looking along the winding river, you can see a dense forest with many big trees, connected together, like an endless green sea. I think there should be many birds building nests in the big trees, and there are many eggs in the nests. There should be many more birds next year!

Where the trees and the sky meet, there is a blue sky, with snow-white clouds floating in the sky in various shapes, some like soft marshmallows, some like tall houses, and sometimes like Round watermelon...

"Son, have you finished your homework?" I was still immersed in the beautiful scenery, and my mother suddenly called me, and then I remembered that I still had unfinished homework. Okay, let’s go do your homework! Composition 13 "Outside the window"

"Outside the window" is such a popular word. However, this small word can make up a person, just like watching the scattered joy disappear into the wind and clouds of time, never to be seen again.

At noon in spring, when you look out the window, you will see a little girl having close contact with the flowers in her small garden, smiling and recalling the shape of each flower; sniffing the new mud with her small nose Fragrant aroma.

The whole person opens the door of the heart to welcome the beautiful angel, like a feather, flying higher and higher...

In the soft spring, the gentle girl closes her eyes and has her sweet dream.

On a summer morning, when you look out the window, you will see a little girl wearing clean and bright new clothes, carrying a brand-new and beautiful little schoolbag, happily walking on the path to school—

In the unrestrained summer, the energetic girl walks on the road, opening the door to a new world.

On an autumn afternoon, when you look out the window, you will see a student sitting on a chair, waiting for the results of his final exam. "...Xu Yunke, 99 points, the highest score!" When she heard her results, tears filled her eyes, thinking that her efforts and tears in the last month had finally paid off! The wind blew into the classroom, causing the red scarf around her neck to fly in the wind -

In the golden autumn, the hard-working girl sat in the classroom and accepted the fruits of the harvest.

On a winter night, when you look out the window, you will see the strange and moving beauty: in the bright night sky, there is falling snow and shadows. At that inadvertent moment, the dancing posture of a mature girl illuminated the proud winter plum tree that had not bloomed for many years; from time to time, she grabbed a handful of snow and swayed it into a pink dream of three thousand years -

In the snowy winter, Mature girls danced in the cold wind, rain or shine.

This girl will continue to walk through the song-like flower season and the poetic rainy season, and use every little bit of herself to become a small one among many who support the soul of the city.

The stars are shining like rain, and this girl - me, will continue to wait for my harvest. Composition 14 outside the window

Looking out from the window of my house facing the "Atlantic Ocean", I can see some beautiful scenery.

Sitting on the chair, the first thing I saw was a green vegetable field. In the vegetable field, there are several small rooms for storing tools, as well as wooden shelves for loofah and winter melon. Wearing binoculars, we can see that the orange trees in the field have grown small green fruits. Although they are small, they turn into yellow and large oranges in autumn. Just to the left of the Ogan trees, there is a small house made of steel plates. It is the poultry shed where my dad raises chickens, ducks and geese.

Stand up and look down. There is a road nearby. There is also a hotel on the side of the road. In front of the hotel is a barbecue stall. Looking into the distance, you can see a large office building shining with silver light. Every night, animations are played on its wall screen. Our home is the best viewing spot.

Wear a telescope and take a look. There is a big mountain farther away on the opposite side. My mother said that it was called Baiyun Mountain. I looked hard and saw that there were vague things like pillars and houses on it. My mother told me that it was a TV tower. When we used old TVs in the past, the signal here was very good because of the TV tower.

At night, the scenery outside the window changed again.

The hotel and barbecue stalls are very busy. The hotel was brightly lit, and cars were coming in and out; smoke was rising from the barbecue stall, and bursts of fragrance and people's laughter came from there from time to time.

The office building opposite also woke up and started playing animations. Sometimes it was an animation with the Chinese flag, and sometimes it was an animation of the depths of the ocean. However, when it rains, it puts nothing in it and disappears into the darkness, as if it never existed.

The Baiyun Mountain in the distance also becomes dark at night, blending into the night background.

Regardless of whether it rains or not, the street lights on every road will light up on time. The one closest to my house, the largest and brightest, attracted a swarm of bugs dancing around it.

Looking out from the window of my house facing the "Atlantic Ocean", the view is really good. Composition 15 Outside the Window

There is a dog tied outside the window of my house. Whenever it sees me through the window, it always runs over immediately, but its paws can only touch the glass and make a "squeak" sound.

One day, my mood was as gloomy as a dark cloud: my best friend has ignored me recently and she has other friends. And I'm not that important in her eyes. I moved a chair and sat by the window, like reading a book for a while to divert my attention, but there was a commotion outside the window again: "Bang! Bang! Bang!" There were several dull sounds in succession. I looked up and saw that it was that A dog plays with an empty drink bottle. It immediately saw me, ran towards me, raised its upper body, and knocked on the glass a few times. Boom! Boom! "It's so annoying!" I thought to myself.

At this time, a bad idea arose in my heart. I took a skipping rope, opened the window, and went to throw the dog away. At first it thought I was playing with it, and after being stunned for a few seconds, it ran away in panic. Later, when the dog bothered me again, I went to scare it away.

After a long time, I no longer felt so troubled. I saw the dog outside the window with its back to me in the distance, seeming to be thinking about something just like people. I opened the window curiously, but it no longer ran over to look at me enthusiastically like before, but stayed in place without moving a step. I deliberately made some noises to attract its attention. It looked back and after walking for a while, it found the skipping rope next to me and screamed a few times in fear. Only then did I see that its watery eyes were full of fear, as if it was hurt.

I looked at it and couldn't help but feel ashamed. I shouldn't bully it like this. All life has emotions, even a dog. It just wants to play with me. I thought about that friend again, maybe it was because I did something wrong unknowingly that caused her to leave.

Look at that dog, it is tied outside and has no freedom. It sees the same scenery every day, but it still lives in the present. And I have so much, but I have closed the door to my heart.

So, I walked out of the door, bathed in the sunshine, and my heart flew into the distance.