Junior high school composition "the scenery in my eyes"

Since the day I moved my home to the park, I have formed a habit: after getting up every morning, I will stand by the window and watch the scenery for a while.

Perhaps because I lived in the old village for too long, I was really scared by the gray buildings outside the window. When I decided to improve my living conditions, my wife and I listed "having a good view" as one of the elements of buying a house. The reason why I chose the house I live in now is because it stands facing the street and has a wide view. Standing in front of the window, I can see a lot of scenery.

It is very pleasant to see the scenery through the window. When I first moved into my new house, Su Chun West Road outside the window had not been completely repaired, and the other side of the road was a refreshing pastoral scenery. Standing at the window and looking around, there is a piece of green everywhere. Green grass everywhere, reeds swaying gently in the breeze, bushes full of night herons, like a three-dimensional pastoral picture, quietly displayed in front of my eyes. Looking eastward, you can also clearly see the sparkling surface of Jinji Lake and the Xinsu International Hotel reflected by the waves. Looking to the southwest, the newly-built customs building stands tall, showing its magnificence in the morning light. Everything outside the window is so refreshing. Many times, I just stood there for a long time, intoxicated by the scenery outside the window.

It wasn't long before I found that the scenery outside the window was quietly changing almost every day. With the development and construction of the park, the scenery outside the window has many new contents. New landscapes such as Central Park, Xinghai Swimming Pool, Urban Garden Residential Area and International Building appear in my sight.

A few days ago, when I was sorting out my photo album, I dug up some photos. These photos were taken at different times, but they were all taken from the window. They truly recorded the scenery outside the window yesterday. By comparing these photos with the scenery in front of me, I really realized what it means to be "one year unchanged, three years changed greatly"; Only then can I understand what "this is not what it used to be". In just two or three years, the old "pastoral painting" has been completely replaced by the current "modern painting", and the scenery outside the window has completely changed.

Now standing in front of the window watching the scenery, sometimes I feel a little sorry: the scenery outside the window is far less open than before. However, when those newly emerging landscapes came into my eyes one after another, the traces of regret quickly dispersed like smoke. Because, from the change of scenery outside this window, I saw the take-off of the park.

The sun shines on the leaves outside the window, reflecting a little dazzling light. There are dragonflies flying in the trees, which have become moving bright spots under the sunlight. Occasionally, the wind blows gently from the treetops, or passes quickly. The whole treetops are moving, and the bright spots flash alternately, as if the midday sun shines on the water. Dragonflies also fly along or against the wind, making the flashing bright spots more messy. Further away, you can see more trees around some buildings. These houses with red or blue roofs are scattered among the trees, looming, reminiscent of a fairy tale. A girl walks through the trees and is about to enter the castle and meet a prince-if there are no tall buildings. Yes, there is a tall building in the Woods, behind a house with a red or blue roof. Every time I look out of the window, my sight will eventually be forcibly pulled over-oh, oh, those looming colored houses are not where the princess or prince lives, nor are they castles; There are no wolves or robbers in the Woods; Nobody loves anyone, and nobody needs to save anyone. That's an apartment. In today's words, it is a noble residential area.

Fairy tales have disappeared. I'm a little annoyed that all the fairy tales in my life have disappeared, so I don't like the tall buildings in this landscape. The tall building is a sign, or a symbol, which lets us know that everything in front of us is reality rather than a fairy tale; Tall buildings are also a hammer. With a light touch, you can smash the imaginary pottery jar.

The scenery outside the window is very simple.

This is the scenery I look up to see every day.

My office is on the eighth floor, facing the street The trees on the sidewalk are very strong, with soft branches and luxuriant leaves, just in front of the window, blocking the road in the field of vision and the vehicles that will never be lacking on the road. There is no shadow of the vehicle, the soundproof glass window is closed, and it is difficult for noise to come in. This quiet and immediate scenery makes people temporarily forget the restlessness of the city. I don't hate the city, and I won't run away from it like some lyric poets or idealists, but I don't want to be embedded in every cell of the city. I long to walk by the lake like Thoreau, but more often, I want to live in seclusion in the depths of the city like Kafka and be an outsider in the city. I walked around the city, breathing its air, passers-by, looking at it from a distance, even coldly looking at myself walking in the city, trying to understand its secret parts.

If there are only high-rise buildings, the city will be extremely dry. So it needs green moisture and green running-in. Green not only brings visual harmony, but also brings peace of mind. It is a lubricant for the city, making it less rough. I love every piece of green in this city. A tree, a bunch of flowers, a meadow and even a grass will make me move. Just like the scenery outside this window, although there are high-rise buildings reminding the existence of the city, green can always come with some wild breath and touch people's hearts. I often look at these green plants.

Farther away, behind the endless green, there is a vast sky. When the sun is not too dazzling, the sky will be very blue, and flocculent white clouds will hang below, at the end of the day; Above the clouds, there is a thin cloud floating at arm's length, just like the faint silk spit out by silkworms. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the boundaries are clear, and the oil painting has a strong texture. Occasionally looking up at the blue sky and white clouds will also give birth to infinite feelings.

What is more beautiful is its dusk. You should see the sunset. The window of the office just faces west, and the moving picture of the sunset is fully presented. This is not only a paradise of ocean colors, but also a happy time to nurture feelings. The sun is about to set and the light begins to converge. No longer dazzling and bright, but showing a gentle blush. Red gradually spread to the blue sky and dyed half the sky red. Sunset is like a master of color matching, setting off the ever-changing colors of the sky. Then, with the complete convergence of light, the sun turned bright red and jumped slightly on the skyline, so the whole sky turned red. But red is not pure red, there are purple, black, blue, black ..., inlaid with Phnom Penh, or flocculent, or filiform, dotted with a piece of red. The sunset is so beautiful that people are trying to find the right words to describe it. I have read many articles describing the sunset, and the beauty of the sunset in front of me makes me believe that language can't really record the ever-changing colors of the sunset, and even painting can't do it, because it only records a moment. The only thing you can do is the camera. Thanks to the camera and the people who developed it, it finally gave us a chance to capture the beauty of motion. This indescribable beauty leads to infinite reverie about life and enriches time. I often sit in my office, waiting for the sunset.

Look, the scenery outside the window is so rich.

I like the simple and rich scenery outside the window.

I have read a novel written by an Indian writer called Window. A short story, which I like very much. The hero of the novel lived in a small attic one spring, and he lived alone in it. But later, he found that he didn't have nothing-he had a window. He watched the scenery from the window of his room. He looked at bodhi trees, pine trees, starlings, crows, flying foxes at night, pedestrians in fields and roads, vendors selling fruits and toys, lame beggars, and a mango tree that grew up later. "Through the window, I own the whole world," he said. One summer, when the mango was ripe, a girl named Chris came. He introduced the window to her. He took her out of the window and enjoyed the sweetness while watching. They watched, Cosette said, just like watching a movie. The window is a screen, and the world outside the window is a moving picture. Every time I read this, I always close my eyes involuntarily and immerse myself in the beautiful picture with them. Cauchy was right. When we face the window, the world is unselfishly presented to us. Through the window, we look at the world and combine it with the world of our dreams. Xia Jiaer's paintings have always been my favorite. In a painting called "Looking at Paris from the Window", a fantastic painter showed us his window: the striking Eiffel Tower is facing us, which seems to be built on a diffuse fog and seems to cross the Seine; Around the tower, there are rows of old houses in Paris, in which the spire of the church looms. The sky is divided by red, white, cyan and blue, like a lens in a kaleidoscope. A man fell from the sky, and a well-dressed couple flew in the white fog, as if to fly over Paris. In response, a train is going backwards. There is a two-faced man in the room looking at the distance, with a heart in his palm and a cat watching with him on the windowsill. Cats have faces. They like to look at people and the scenery outside the window. Is this Paris? Yes, this is Paris, Paris in Xia Jiaer's eyes and dreams. No one can see such Paris through the window like him. This is the Paris that belongs only to the painter, his real and dreamy Paris. I've never been to Paris. If I did, my Paris would definitely not be the same as his. However, his Paris fascinates me. Because of this painting, I should also go to Paris for a walk, fly on the Seine with my beloved, and stroll in the sky overlooking the spire church. ...

I hope to have a dream window, so that I can see the dream world.