600-word composition across the window

They are all transparent vitreous bodies, embedded in different occasions, and some are empty, but they are all endowed with the spirit of God by all beings. Sunlight can still pass through them, and haze can render filth through them. This is the window.

The window of the train-a piece of glass, reveals sadness.

Every time I sleep for a long time, I will be disturbed by the same dream There is still a tear in my sleepy eyes. I feel ridiculous in my heart, but I am very sad. In the dreamland, I wandered in a world that seemed to have nothing, got on a strange train and found a seat to sit down. Suddenly I looked out of the window and saw my mother watching on the platform. The car started, faster and faster, and my mother began to trot, and then strode behind. My hand beat on the window rhythmically, and tears fell on the window glass, and she disappeared into my tears. ...

I woke up, it was a dream and a reality. ...

The window of the classroom-seemingly imprisoned, but carrying hope.

I looked out of the window, or rather, through the edge of the classroom window. The signs of winter are more and more obvious day by day, and the windows are covered with breath or frost. Seeing this, my heart felt blocked, as if the only light was blocked by the depressed climate.

A kind-hearted classmate opened a window, and the roaring air conditioner faced the heat wave, and suddenly a piece of white fog gathered by the window. According to the teacher, it is a small water drop. What is still going on in the classroom is: "I have a dream, I dream that one day …" I said that I dream that one day, I can jump out of this window directly and save precious ten minutes after class … The window slammed and the classmate scratched the glass reluctantly.

My eyes looked forward again. "Pay attention to the blackboard, don't slip the number ..."

The window of home-warm and intimate, contains profound.

It is rare to have such close contact with the window in your cabin, look out boldly and think so many things that you dare not think.

Sometimes there is breath on the window, so apply it gently with your fingertips. In the dark night, light a candle and find the feeling of holding a candle in the west window. At this time, the window is deep, which reminds me of my mother, dreams, and sometimes fear and confusion. ...

Postscript: I looked at different scenes and recalled different things through different windows.