Write a composition outside the window.

No matter at school or in society, you will always come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my collection of "Outside the Window" compositions. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Writing outside the window 1 After dinner, I went back to the classroom, rubbed my sleepy eyes on my desk, cleaned up my desk and prepared to take a nap. But I soon found a figure outside the window. It turned out to be the head teacher. I feel horrible. He stared at me, so I had to jump into the sea by myself and start the fighting mode.

Writing, a loud noise pulled me out of the ocean of problems, and the students looked out of the window in unison. It thundered, but the students were still looking out, perhaps looking at the scenery outside the window. The teacher immediately said, students, let's continue to talk about the composition. This material should be found in life. Looking at the teacher, I can't help saying the word hehe. Looking out of the window, the windows on the east and west sides look like completely different yin and yang sides, while the classroom looks like a line dividing the sky. It thunders loudly in the east, but it's very quiet in the west without thunder.

I looked east, and the faint yellow and slightly pale blue outside the window set off each other, which was very appropriate and harmonious. There was another roar on the horizon, and soon a crack appeared on the horizon. It was lightning. Lightning is like a dividing line, which divides the sky into two sides. In a short time, the blue and yellow on the horizon are completely integrated to form a purple magic sky.

The other side. Outside the window, it's completely different. Because of the shade of trees, everything looks so gloomy and silent, like sewage from the horizon, which dyes the sky gray and even the trees are lifeless. A leaf is like a piece of paper that burns to ashes. When it is blown, it will disperse.

The window is like a magical observation deck, which is so special from any angle.

When I came home from school, everything was different, the trees were no longer gloomy, the sky was no longer magical, and everything became normal. Maybe the world outside the window is so changeable.

Writing composition 2 outside the window is my personal experience. ...

Let me talk about the geographical environment of my home first. Because my family lives in the country, there are few houses. Probably, both houses are at least 200 meters away and surrounded by bamboo forests. Ok, let's start telling stories now!

About six years ago, one day, an old man came to this village. The old man looked haggard and depressed, but no one knew him, so he didn't pay attention. As a result, the old man was found hanging in the bamboo forest at night, and the place where he committed suicide was the bamboo forest directly behind my home. You can see the old man clearly through the bathroom window. Because the distance is probably not more than ten steps, I came back at night, and I don't know because the body was disposed of quickly. Then I remember that I was in a particularly good mood that day and went to take a bath happily. Because our bathroom is very small, people are close to the transom when taking a shower. Just when I was in the middle of washing, I looked up inadvertently, facing the transom. What I saw at that time made me stiff all over. Because I saw a "head" (you must think it was an old man, but he was a young man), I couldn't move at that time, but the head kept looking at me, and then he began to smile at me. ...

Another sentence was said, and he said ... Brother, are you startled? "

Writing composition outside the window 3 Rain drops outside the window, rolling up dreams and falling flowers.

"Pa" dream was awakened, whose melancholy is it? Who is sobbing? Holding a sad hand, but flowing through your fingers, where are you going? There is only a ripple in the rain and fog, and no one knows where you are going.

Pushing open the window, I woke up my dream. The rain outside the window was close at hand, but I couldn't reach it. I am afraid that the freezing rain will pour into my freezing heart, and the bright sunshine is stuck in the corner of the dark cloud, so I can't see it and it can't see me. It seems that the clouds are parted to see the brilliance of the sun, but they are drowned out by this ruthless rain. Why are you disappointed? Why are you crying? I also feel the coldness in your heart.

To comfort you, my hand touched you, but I didn't wait for the unexpected sawtooth. I only feel greasy at my fingertips, but my heart is moist. My inner hardness can't stand such kindness, and I unexpectedly turned one corner after another.

It makes no sense to feel you and your hardships, but you are ridiculed by the world, but you have gradually developed this temper. Sorry, you have your beauty. No one will forget you even if you are buried in flowers, birds, fish and insects. You are so selfless!

Where is the melancholy? Where are the sobs? However, I just think: gentle rain in spring, refreshing you in summer, bright you in autumn, severe you in winter, you are you, you can't be denied, changeable personality, several kinds of rain.

The pearl rolled on the petals, wrapped in its intoxicating color, dripping silently, getting into the grass and overflowing with fragrance. Look at you, an unknown you.

On the bus, writing outside the window, the weather is sultry. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew and I was refreshed. The noise in the car made me feel a little annoyed and I couldn't help looking out of the window. This time, I suddenly felt that I saw a different scenery: through the glass window, the scenery in my eyes was so dreamy and far away from me; Such as a mirage, so hazy, as if you can never touch it! However, when I opened the window, I seemed to enter a landscape painting, fresh and beautiful. Natural beauty and artificial beauty are so harmonious, the blue sky and white clouds set off the numbers, and it is very pleasant to see houses among trees occasionally. It's breezy and comfortable to see the scenery outside the glass window. I think: in fact, the difficulties encountered on the road of life are the same. Take away the glass that stands in front of difficulties, and you will see the flash of success, and suddenly feel that everything is not a dream. Dreams are within our reach as long as we take a step, but the transparent glass interferes with our sight, bringing us closer to victory and feeling all this and the beauty of nature. Actually, everything in life is like this. There is a transparent glass in front of them, but it's up to us to pick this glass or not. Although we can see the world through this glass, we can't feel the original innocence of the world: the water is not so clear, the trees are not so green, the sky is not so blue ... everything is cast a shadow ... I think that as long as each of us bravely removes the glass with the same name standing in front of us, we will be closer to our dreams and feel the original truth! Nature is our initial innocence and our initial dream! I believe that as long as we refuel, what is presented to us must be the best! My world suddenly becomes beautiful. ...

Writing composition outside the window 5 It's always sunny these days, the sunshine is so gentle and lovely, and there are some small cirrus clouds in the sky.

However, today, when I just woke up from my sleep and climbed into bed to breathe fresh air, some Mao Mao rain hung on my face. It's raining. I feel incredible. I opened my sleepy eyes and found that, sure enough, everything seemed so gentle under the drizzle.

Looking into the distance, several chestnut trees waved to me in the breeze and drizzle. They shook their bodies as if to say, "It's so comfortable, the spring rain is picturesque!" " "I am also immersed in this soft world, and some troubles have drifted away with the wind and rain, leaving me alone, bearing everything alone and enjoying the gift of spring.

The noisy city in the past has also quieted down at the moment, which is really quiet. I can't hear the horn of the car, but what rings in my ear is the song of birds. People are really tired and tired of repeating busy life. So why not enjoy the fresh, moist and quiet moments brought by the spring rain? . . . . . Let this spring rain take away troubles and noise. At least at this moment we feel happy and relaxed.

Inadvertently, I saw several pots of plants on the balcony of the opposite house, some small and some strange potted plants, swaying under the drizzle. At this moment, they must have gained unprecedented happiness. Why else would they dance so happily?

The rain outside the window is so casual and beautiful. This rain makes young grass, young trees, flowers and tired people abandon all other thoughts, and at this moment, they are calm for it.

Writing a composition outside the window 6 Whenever I am tired of reading and writing, I always stand by the window and look into the distance.

In the distance is the newly-built Yangshan New District. High-rise buildings are springing up. Although I can't see the busy figure of the construction workers, I can hear the hum of the distant machines. Surrounded by lush mountains, although it is nearly winter, the trees are still green from a distance. National Highway 2 13 looms before your eyes like a silvery white ribbon, and the vehicles on the road crawl like small beetles.

Not far away, it is still the familiar old tung tree. Behind the tree, there is a large farmland, which is divided into pieces by a series of green and yellow ridges. Next to it is a pool for irrigation. There are willows around the pool. As long as there is a little wind, there will be a round.

The green waves of the wheels. Farmhouses are scattered in front of your eyes, and occasionally you can hear the laughter of three or two children. ...

The scenery outside the window is actually beautiful! You just didn't notice. Tired, might as well look at the beautiful scenery outside the window. Not only can you breathe fresh air, but you can also have a good mood! At this time, you will find that the scenery outside the window is really beautiful!

Writing a composition outside the window 7 One stormy evening, I sat by the window and watched the storm outside the window. It seemed that Grandpa Thunder was going to accompany the storm, and the roar resounded through the world. Then a white light also split down, making heaven and earth suddenly bright as day, and suddenly dark down, what terrible weather! I really don't know if anyone will walk in the street at this time. If so, what will it be like?

Suddenly, a small figure appeared in front of my eyes. She didn't bring an umbrella, and no one answered her. Despite the wind and rain, she had to move forward. A gust of wind blew, and her thin body was almost blown down by the wind. However, the wind seemed to blow her down and the little girl was bullied by lightning. First it rained harder and harder, and then the wind roared mercilessly. Then the little girl had to speed up and run forward with a bang, but the lightning split down again. The little girl really fell this time. She cried and cried sadly, but she didn't give up. She struggled to get up and ran forward.

There were many cars running at that time, but no one came down to help the little girl, and no one sent an umbrella to help her. She is very young. Now, this society is really chilling! I can't help but feel sad for the little girl and for this society!

Writing composition outside the window 8 This morning, we were having a class in the classroom, and suddenly it started to rain slightly in Mao Mao outside the window, like thousands of filaments falling down. This kind of rain is light and soft. If it hits you, you will feel as if your mother's hand is touching you gently.

At noon, the rain is still falling. From a distance, the rain curtain becomes thinner, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in misty fog. After lunch, we were ready to take a lunch break, and the rain began to get heavier and heavier, just like the rain god growling, and several pots of water gushed out at once. Its "water" flew down like a waterfall, and the water splashed on the ground at once, and the wind came to join in the fun. The momentum of rain is stronger, with violent storms, twisted trees and rain curtains. How spectacular! During lunch break, it was cool, and some students covered themselves with small quilts and blankets and fell asleep with the sound of rain outside the window.

When I woke up, the rain dropped a lot, and a few drops fell into the puddle in the yard, causing ripples. The raindrops on the leaves are crystal clear, like transparent gems. When the wind blows, the small drops of water on the leaves slide down like naughty children playing on the slide. How beautiful!

After class, the window was full of excitement. The students are playing with umbrellas in the rain. Some of them feel that it is not enough to play an umbrella, so they simply throw it away and get in touch with the rain at zero distance. Cheers, laughter, the world in the rain is full of joy!

The rain outside the window is unpredictable and beautiful!

Writing outside the window 9 Xue Kun, a fourth-grade primary school in Mianyang, Sichuan, finished his homework today and thought, what should I do? Watching TV is boring. Going out to play is too tired. Let's open the window and get some air! As soon as I opened the window, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Through the window, I saw rows of willows sprouting. From a distance, rows of willows were blown by the wind, propping up her soft body. Pines and cypresses are still dark green, so green and so tall, as if they were soldiers, guarding our homeland forever. The flowers are so bright, so brilliant and so unforgettable. Look at the white magnolia standing proudly, like a girl in white gauze, graceful, refreshing and holy. Flying butterflies left footprints on beautiful flowers. I suddenly smelled a smell of earth. Compared with here, high-rise buildings are much inferior. Through the window, I see tall buildings standing on the horizon, manipulating the human world like giants, so that lonely and helpless people can only see a sky. How big is the sky? This is a question that I have been thinking about. Through the window, I saw the children very happy and laughing heartily. I really envy those innocent and lively children who can enjoy themselves like that without asking anything. They are so lovely and beautiful among the red flowers and green grass. They play in the water to show their passion; They are rolling, and their red faces show great vitality; They are skipping rope. From their bouncing feet, I can see that they are smart and happy ... when I "come back", my eyes are still the same scene-flowers, grass, trees and wood outside a window. [Recommend to friends] [Display print]

Writing outside the window 10 In my spare time, I went out to play with some friends and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of nature.

Along the way, we traveled around, facing the breeze sent by nature and indulging in the beautiful scenery of nature. Unconsciously, we came to a lake.

The lake is lifeless, as if it had lost its life and vitality. There is no swimming of fish, only the whining of birds. Looking around, the other shore seems to be in ruins. Several trees on the shore have completely died, and the remaining yellow leaves are erratic under the wind. Weeds are overgrown under the trees and stones are scattered on the ground. All this gives us the feeling that "this is a mass grave!" "

Maybe we are curious, maybe we dare to take risks, maybe we are young and unyielding to the world. After several discussions, we decided to go and have a look.

We called a boat and started our "adventure"

Soon, we reached the other shore, still desolate. We decided to go deep inside. After dozens of steps, rows of willows blocked our way. The weeping willows are like a pair of green curtains, and I can vaguely see something inside. Open the curtains and a miracle appears. My friends and I were stunned-red flowers, green grass, trees in the sky, strange paths ... "Xanadu" we shouted, just like Columbus discovered the new world. As we play, we sigh that this "great beauty" can also appear in this desolate place!

Up to now, we are glad that we have not abandoned it.

This incident also makes us understand a truth: sometimes the opportunity is in front of us, and the key is whether you seize it or not!

Write a composition outside the window 1 1 Birds are singing, the sky is laughing, and the flowers of neem are floating outside the window.

When the wind blows, a strong fragrance of flowers comes to the nose. I sat up straight, got up and looked out of the window.

Ah! Is there an ocean of flowers outside the window? No, what is it like? So ordinary purple, why do you get together and become such a shocking painting?

Looking down from the top, the dark green leaves are a little purple, which is like a huge purple candy in the sunshine, quiet and sweet. I wonder: Is such an ordinary flower really so fragrant? I can't help running downstairs to see it. Standing under the tree, there is a special flavor: the sun leaks out mottled and falls lazily on people. I was immersed in this sweet floral fragrance and closed my eyes. The hustle and bustle of the campus suddenly disappeared, leaving only peace and tranquility in my heart. Oh, this is a little bitter in sweetness.

When I came back, I couldn't help breaking a branch and soaking it in the water. What a light flower! Their petals are thin and long, and the color changes from light white to lavender from the inside out. The middle stamen is wrapped by a slender deep purple flower heart. Like a dragonfly spreading its wings! I am crazy about it, but the bitter fragrance of flowers still lingers around me.

Melia azedarach, why is your fragrance so bitter? Are you crying because you are too ordinary?

Melia azedarach, why is your form so vicissitudes? Is it because the ups and downs of life have left traces on you?

Melia azedarach, why are your flowers so dense? Is it because you put your life's efforts into it? Or is it because of God's mercy that he gave you all the splendor of your life?

Writing outside the window 12 The scenery outside the window, pouring rain, falling from the sky.

My heart is wet, too When I entered junior high school, the pressure was like a mountain, which made me breathless and my grades plummeted.

Dark clouds are gathering. It was just a clear and cloudy day in Wan Li. Who says life is not like this? There are always ups and downs.

There is a sunflower field in the distance. Sunflowers were bent by the dense raindrops, their heads drooped and their faces were covered with tears. Maybe they surrendered to the heavy rain. Oh, you used to be the darling of the sun, but now?

I sat quietly by the window, watching the rain fall slowly, and then falling pieces on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain seems to have stopped. I looked out of the window, the sun was dazzling, and cicadas sang unscrupulously. Looking further away, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me.

Under the blue sky, the sunflower straightened her back again, facing the sun, and showed a golden smile again, with some tears on her face. Don't! Sweat is the trophy of his struggle against difficulties. A rainbow appeared unconsciously in the sky and gradually entered my heart.

Yes, failure does not mean anything. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? This beautiful sentence, which has been praised through the ages, is a portrayal of nature. There will always be storms on the road of life, and the real winner should overcome them.

My heart is full of sunshine, and a sunflower smiles at the sunshine.

The scenery outside the window is really beautiful, very beautiful. ...

13 writing a composition outside the window during the holiday is naturally a trip. When others close their eyes in the car, I am often attracted by the scenery outside the window. I can't forget the beautiful scenery when I went out.

I remember that day, the wind was refreshing, everything outside the window was particularly beautiful, and a forest was particularly eye-catching in the sun. Isn't the flashing light on the edge of the big tree like the sun in the sky? Birds in the Woods are singing and dancing happily, and the ground is covered with green grass. From deep to shallow, from coarse to fine, colorful trees are particularly smart. The wind whizzed past my ears, and the tall and straight trunk quickly disappeared from my eyes. I hope there are more dense trunks in front of me, like countless solemn soldiers, for me to review.

Further on, you will meet several "Pentium" streams, which are tinkling and pleasing to the ear, as if singing an elegant and slow ditty.

On the way, after a while, it began to rain lightly: silky raindrops fell gently and obliquely on the glass window. The sky outside is gray, like a veiled girl who accidentally dropped her pearl jewelry. After a while, the sun smiled. The clouds have gone with the wind, and only the faint rosy clouds are embedded in the boundless green beyond the mountain. The leaves on the side are covered with dew, and the grass hangs its head, but the green is more vivid.

The distant mountain is getting closer and closer, and I finally see it clearly: I see pines and cypresses, covering the sky. Looking up, the warm sunshine shines through the cracks in the leaves, emitting little stars. The colors of mountains are changeable, such as dark green, green and grass green ... the colors are bright and different.

Along the way, the weather is constantly changing and the scenery is constantly changing. The beautiful scenery outside the window intoxicated me. ...

Writing a composition outside the window 14 Outside the window, it is raining vigorously, completely ignoring the "soaking chicken" under its barrier. The rain came too suddenly. Just a minute ago, it was sunny outside Wan Li, and a minute later, a flash of lightning swept down, just like opening a cage with rain. Those impatient "dog teeth" rain, like suddenly released prisoners, roared to Mother Earth, as if eager to tell her about her disappearance.

People under the rain ran home unprepared. The weak little brother couldn't keep up with his mother's speed, fell into the rain and began to cry. The anxious mother hurried forward to help. The child in the cart was pushed by his father and hurried forward. The rain fell on her little face, cold and cold, and she giggled happily Poor child, she doesn't know that tomorrow, no, tonight, she may have a high fever and moan in pain.

Ruthless wind and rain still roar, smashing everything in the rain curtain. The lake was stirred to the path by the wind and rain, and the poor sapling endured the pain of swinging from side to side and breaking his tendons and bones. The delicate roses were beaten down by the wind and rain, and even the grass was beaten black and blue by the rain.

Rain, why are you so heartless? You cruelly screwed everything up and made them suffer! Oh, no! Look, what is that?

After the rain, I saw: the grass is greener, the roses are more beautiful, the young trees have grown up, people are cool, even the small fish in the lake are jumping happily, and a beautiful rainbow bridge has been set up in the blue sky!

Oh rain, you, is it good or bad?

Princess's words: It suddenly rained heavily today. I observed everything in the rain and found that it seemed harmful when it rained, but it was strange to stop and find it harmful.

Writing a composition outside the window 15 It's raining, and the clear raindrops flow freely along the cold glass, with a somewhat hazy neon.

The night is so quiet. The spotless washed window reflects my face. I was drunk for a while, and then I suddenly lost my mind.

The rain stopped, listening to the crisp sound of the metal joints of the watch, like stabilizing the mind in a quiet atmosphere, seemingly out of place, but sobering.

This kind of behavior is rare, so I looked out the window gently.

The sky, dark blue and black, seems to be a momentary negligence. The ink spread out on the rice paper and spread to the distance unscrupulously, but the color in the distance faded. There are no complete stars, only a gleaming bright crystal.

Jade bow half hidden in the clouds, like an Iraqi smiling, covering his face and lips.

The faint silver light splashed on the opposite tree, swaying, and the black spots were kicked around by several young children. Occasionally, a few bursts of laughter break the silence and make people smile.

Maybe I am anxious and tired at ordinary times. Entrusting myself to heavy study, I forgot all the beautiful scenery. It is normal to do homework late at night. My numb nerves make me run at high speed like a manipulated machine to cope with endless tasks.

The draft paper was scratched by the sharp nib again. I have been holding a candle for more than a year, and I still remember it vividly. Sometimes fidgety, sometimes impetuous, sometimes irritable.

Young life should not be so boring, its original face is poetic!

Tired, might as well look up at the window. Give yourself a moment of confusion, to explore the beautiful scenery, to be comfortable. But being too greedy is not a good thing. In a word, relax moderately and combine work and rest.

So, I began to be a "top student" who made people feel relaxed and happy. ...

A greedy day.

Wonderful!