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Every room has its own windows. A room without windows is as boring as cooking without salt. What is the room outside the window that you have seen? Share with you some 800 words about writing outside the window, hoping to help you.

About the composition outside the window 800 words 1

A casual look up, down or back may make you discover a unique beauty. Sometimes, you will find that a corner of your home is so beautiful under the light at night; Sometimes, you will find an ordinary leaf that shines like jade after the rain; Sometimes, you will find that the noisy road to school every day is so quiet and gentle in the moonlight. Even if you have no choice, even if you can only stay indoors, your bright eyes can still find a wonderful window through the bright glass.

Windows, how common, there are so many in every household, and my family is no exception. For my childhood, the window seems to be a rare toy, through which I can see the colorful world outside. Since I was a child, I like to lie on the windowsill and look up at the clouds floating in the sky outside the window. They are like the Monkey King's seventy-two changes, with endless mysteries.

In the morning, the clouds outside the window are so white that they hang neatly in the blue sky like fish scales. A strong wind blew and the clouds changed shape. They overlap, like clusters of huge cotton candy, teasing my taste buds. They are like white sheep, running and jumping. If it is in summer, the clouds will be dyed golden by the bright sunshine, like a touch of golden gauze. In winter, things are different. The sun is red, giving people a warm feeling, and the clouds are half red and half white, intertwined with the winter light, looming, very fantastic and beautiful.

At night, I still lie in front of the window and look at the magnificent "flaming cloud" in the sky. The fiery red clouds are red, golden and half red and half purple. Trees become gold, and even people who walk on the road become gold. The sunset clouds were unpredictable, and a horse appeared in the sky, with its head held high, its ponytail drooping and its front hoofs flying rapidly. After a while, the horse gradually blurred and became a fierce lion. It runs very fast, and its golden hair floats. ...

Gradually, the setting sun sank deeper and deeper, and the fiery red clouds disappeared, leaving only the sky reflected by the setting sun.

Outside the window, the wind blew, and a leaf fell from the branch, flying like a butterfly, then fell to the ground, rolled twice and ran out of my sight.

It's raining outside the window, and a small flower blooms in the low puddle. It's raining harder and harder, and countless rivers are running on the glass of the window.

Outside the window, a bird is singing and stops where I can't see it. Let me imagine what beautiful feathers and exquisite figure such a gentle voice should have.

Later, when I grew up, I finally didn't have to look at the scenery outside the window, but I found that the outside world was not exactly what I saw in the window. I just know that sometimes, if you want to enjoy some scenery, you have to separate a window.

About the composition outside the window 800 words 2

The buds drilled from the branches were carefully poked out. In the early morning sunshine outside the window, there is a colorful world and a light blue sky.

"Momo momo ..." This is the voice of my father hanging the key. I knew when I was young that my father was going to work. I quickly forced myself to open my hazy eyes and a carp turned upside down. I hurriedly forgot to wear slippers, and my left foot wore the shoes of my right foot, but I didn't know where the shoes of my right foot were kicked, but I didn't care at all. So I limped a shoe with a plop, rushed barefoot to my father, and then plunged into his arms. My father would smile and pick me up with some stinging beard. But he finally put me down gently, gave me a warm smile and said softly, "Dad has gone to work, so be good. Dad loves you. " Then he leaned down and left a warm kiss on my forehead.

As soon as dad closed the door, I rushed to the windowsill. After a while, my father's tall figure appeared outside the window. I put the cold glass on my forehead with my father's lips and watched him get smaller and smaller outside the window. ...

Autumn wind blows gently, the sky is still light blue, and the leaves outside the window dance tragically for the last time, leaving sadly with the most beautiful last touch of red. I can't help tightening my junior high school uniform, and I feel a little sad. I looked out of the window. My father is waving to me in the school bus, and I still have a warm smile on my face, but I can't hide my helplessness and disappointment. I also smiled at him on the glass, and the cold glass seemed to get warmer. I know that this just right warmth is the temperature of my father and the temperature of love. ...

When the school bus started, my father stood and waved to me. I waved to him, waved, waved. Father's figure is getting shorter and shorter, as if he had aged a lot in an instant. I didn't find the tall figure bent down and the hair on the temples was a little white. My heart suddenly hurts and it is difficult to breathe. Slowly, he turned into a small black spot. I didn't realize that my face was wet until you disappeared completely, and the crystal liquid filled my eyes. After all, I am getting farther and farther away from him outside the window. ...

The sky is always light blue, only because of the passage of time and the change of time, everything outside the window is fleeting, only because of family, everything is no longer light, only because of love in the heart, the world outside the window is colorful.

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In the yard, there is a thick and tall pear tree. Looking out of the window of the house, the pear tree stands upright like a soldier.

Spring is like a young girl, with spring breeze, full of vitality all over the earth! Uncle Lishu stretched his branches and spat out green buds, adding a new green to this ordinary yard. The grass and flowers at his feet scrambled out of their heads and looked at everything around them with joy, as if to say, "Look, spring is finally here!" " "Everything is so full of energy. I like sitting at my desk and reading a good book. When I am tired, I can look at the scenery outside the window, because Uncle Pear always smiles at me.

In summer, in the scorching sun, Uncle Li is wearing a turquoise shirt. He is not afraid of the scorching sun, but still stands in the middle of the yard. He shields people from the sun, just like a pillar at home. Grandpa and some old people like to play chess under the tree, while grandma likes to chat and choose dishes with her mother under the tree. I played games with a group of friends under the tree. Our real laughter echoed in the yard that day, and Uncle Li looked at our happy growth and showed a satisfied smile.

In autumn, a bunch of flowers on the tree gradually grow into green pears. Uncle Li is happy for the birth of these "children". A few days later, I was doing my homework at my desk, and suddenly it was dark, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning. I only heard my mother cleaning the housework say, "It's going to rain heavily again!" " "But I suddenly became nervous. Where's Uncle Pear Tree? What about his children! Thinking about it, the rain as big as beans rattled the windows. Look out of the window, uncle pear tree protects his children with his huge body in the storm! The strong wind swayed the leaves and branches from side to side. The next day the rain stopped and the windows were in a mess. Uncle's "children" suffered heavy casualties, and leaves and fruits were everywhere. Mother sighed and said, "It's going to be cleaned again. "I hope uncle uncle will recover soon and restore his former style!

In winter, trees are bare. I have to stay at home because it is too cold. It snowed all day and all night. Looking out the window, it was snowy, and Uncle Li also put on a white sweater. I put on my hat, gloves and scarf and ran out. I made a snowman next to Uncle Shu all morning. Uncle Shu is also beautiful in winter. I hope uncle will become more colorful in the new year.

This is the beautiful scenery outside my window. Look! It is still standing.

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At night, I got into bed and listened to the slight rain outside, as if it would break at any time, but it was always misty. In a daze, I entered a dream. ...

Early the next morning, the dream was still sweet, but a Cheng Jinyao broke out halfway-my mother suddenly opened the curtains and the white light flashed, which woke me up alive. When I woke up, my mother left without looking back. "Ah-"I got dressed while yawning and looked up. It was a rare foggy day outside.

My interest came at once. I leaned over the window and looked downstairs. I saw that the leaves of two banana trees were smooth and shiny after being baptized by the rain last night. Occasionally, fog silk floats by, adding a bit of fairyland beauty to them. From time to time, a few rays of sunlight fall into the mottled clouds. The wind was also summoned by the sun, and cooperated with the sun, showing a dynamic beautiful picture scroll and a silent symphony in front of people: the wind turned over four or five oak leaves in the corner, which was very light and silent, as if afraid of being discovered. The sun also shines on the leaves, and some leaves with water vapor shine like silver scales. The light is green, too, which makes people intoxicated.

I continued to look out the window at the scenery of Joan Hinton, which was different from the beginning. At this time, the fog has dispersed a lot and the trees have become clearer. Wait, what do I see? I saw that the charred land was covered with grass, and dandelions were in bud and looked full of vitality. Just as I was admiring, a crisp and hotter bird song came.

I looked around curiously, but I couldn't hear its voice. There is another song, but it is another kind of bird. Before long, several other birds also called. There are pigeons, sparrows and so on. They seem to have sensed something from each other and started singing loudly. As soon as you called me, the scene began to be lively, twittering, the wind danced more rhythmically, and the leaves and branches of the grass swayed with it. Then I saw the bamboo beside me, and I was shocked! Before the New Year in China, most of its leaves had turned yellow. I thought it was dead, but I didn't expect it to remain elegant and tall until now. A ray of sunshine fell on him, and he shook himself as if to shake off all the discomfort. I seem to hear it say, "Spring is finally here!" " "

Yes, although warm winter meets Joan Hinton, everything in the world can always survive and persist, because they are naturally stubborn!

I still stood at the window, standing for more than half an hour, feeling deeply in my heart, revealing my feelings:

Every winter is full of spring flowers.

This sentence is dedicated to the people of Wuhan, Hubei.

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Outside the window is a dazzling world, and outside the window is a gloomy edge. There are miracles there and stories there. -inscription

At the moment, I am sitting in a daze at the cold desk, and the whole room is dark. Outside the window, which is covered by curtains and doesn't emit any light, it is a noisy sound, as if the sound from another world didn't make me move at all. Outside the window, it's none of my business. I punched my hand and my nails almost got stuck in the flesh and blood because I used too much force. My cold hand slowly loosened, and I seemed to see my parents' disappointed eyes again. It's blood, but it makes me feel freezing cold. I curled up in my chair, picked up a political textbook and read it word by word, without emotion or fluctuation, like a numb robot. Forget it. I'll throw the textbook back on the table and open the curtains. There was no bright sunshine outside the window, but the light came in through the window, which finally made the room look a little angry.

I shook my head selfishly. I don't think I need it. Looking out of the window, I suddenly stopped trying to pull down the curtains. The snail crawled slowly along the window, only the size of a fingernail, and crawled with difficulty. The heavy shell didn't stop it from moving forward-it wanted to climb to the top of the window. I can't understand its behavior. Isn't it good to stay on land? What's the use of such a small creature trying to get up there? Somehow, I still loosened the chain of the curtain and didn't put it down again. Looking at the snail trying to climb up again and again outside the window, I smiled sarcastically and laughed at its stupidity. The glass is so smooth that once you climb it, it will fall off. It is almost impossible to climb it.

I stopped staring at the hard-working snail. I sat back at my desk and began to recite again. Even if all my efforts still fail, I still want to try again, try again. Weakened and exhausted, I opened the textbook again. Looking up at the window, I was in a trance for a moment, as if it had been a long time, a century. The setting sun shines on the snail, only a few centimeters, and it is about to reach the top of the window. I held my breath, and it waved its tentacles, still unhurried, and walked step by step towards the goal it wanted to achieve. It didn't slide down any more, it climbed to the highest position in the window! I was shocked for a long time, but it was still shining on the window like an invincible king. Only I witnessed its fall and failure again and again! This is a miracle, belonging to the miracle and shock brought to me outside the window. It suddenly dawned on me that if I fell, I had to stand up and move on, and I would win one day.

I started writing this story, and this time my heart was full of confidence and hope. Miracle can be achieved by anyone, and hard work is another name for it. Outside the window is a dazzling world, but there are also small lives that don't give up. These lives are creating their own miracles. It is no longer dark outside the window, and the people in the story are writing their own stories. There are miracles outside the window, but there are still stories inside the window.

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The scenery outside the window, like an elf, teases me all the time, arouses my curiosity, makes me unable to observe and indulge in it, and then involuntarily feels and praises it. ...

What's the scenery like outside the window? I can't help looking up ... a few tall and straight pine trees, standing there alone, just like soldiers holding their posts. A breeze blew, and they waved to each other and played like children, having a good time. I look happy, too. The scenery outside the window is really beautiful.

What's the scenery like outside the window? I can't help but listen to ... a few crisp birdsongs hitting my heart. This voice is high and low, sometimes tactfully, sometimes melodiously, as if accusing me of something. Is the sparrow singing? Or is the oriole playing? Or are you singing in chorus? The song contest was pushed to a climax by a higher-pitched song. I was totally immersed in it and couldn't extricate myself. The scenery outside the window is really beautiful.

What's the scenery like outside the window? I can't help smelling it with my nose ... but it's tasteless. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and sniffed hard, so that I could see the scenery with peace of mind, didn't I? This time, I smelled the purple morning glory mixed with the fresh earthy smell, floating in the wind, and the sweet fragrance was a little green. I seem to smell the soft pink breeze wrapped in green vitality. I seem to smell everything, but I seem to smell nothing. The scenery outside the window is really delicious.

What's the view outside the window? I couldn't help reaching out and touching ... I grabbed it and it was full of air. In front of me are those mirage scenes, feeling the early morning rain and dew, cool and straight through my heart. I touched the moss in the corner again. It was green and pleasing to the eye. I feel my heartbeat ... the scenery outside the window is so soft.

What's the view outside the window? I can't help looking, listening, smelling and touching with my heart. I finally understand everything I want.

The beautiful scenery outside the window is just the tip of the iceberg, but it's not enough. Only by observing with your heart can you find endless beauty. As long as you have a heart that is good at discovering, beauty will always accompany you.

The scenery outside the window is really beautiful.

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In the morning, I was awakened by a burst of laughter and rubbed my sleepy eyes. Through the window, I saw colorful sheds on the narrow road, which were noisy and filled with tables and chairs. On the dining table, all kinds of breakfasts are dazzling; At the dinner table, people were talking and laughing, one after another, radiant. They may be having a wedding.

At breakfast, I asked my mother, is the opposite family married or full moon? Mother was stunned at first, and then smiled faintly: "The old man left at the age of eighty-five. It was a funeral. " I'm surprised. "Funeral, what occasion?" "People say that old people are happy and sad, which will bring wealth to their families. That son is really filial, and this matter can be firmly determined. "

I walked to the elevator and met my aunt next door. She was also very excited and described to me endlessly: "That old man is really blessed. He said nothing about his funeral. His son was so filial and solemn that even the security guard at the door gave him a Chinese cigarette. I am a passer-by, and his son still grabbed me and forced me a pack of candy. " I glanced at the exquisite box in my aunt's hand. It's a good Ferrero. It's really expensive to do this. However, people will be rich soon, will they still care about this little money?

When I passed the shed, the banquet inside was not over yet. Although it is morning, it is already the "blue dream". People are drinking wine and red, and the atmosphere is happy. Only when there is a black and white portrait at the end can people remember that this is a funeral. Is the old man in the portrait kind-hearted and smiling at his children and grandchildren?

The lively funeral is still going on, and this human farce seems endless.

At midnight, a neat symphony sounded, breaking the silence of the night. I got out of bed impatiently and watched the carnival of my children and grandchildren. The superior angle on the second floor enables me to see the scene in the shed clearly. Musicians are playing hard, blushing and thick-necked, and people are still laughing and rejoicing for the upcoming wealth; Although undertaker is sad and crying, the large sum of money in his hand indicates that his mood will not be too bad. Who is sad about this ridiculous funeral? They are all delighted with the wealth brought by the death of their loved ones and the reputation of their dutiful sons. Only the dead quietly watched people laugh, and their black and white faces condensed into permanent solemnity.

Seeing them partying, I think that the old man usually basks in the sun downstairs alone, but his children have never been with him. In my opinion, this carnival is not a funeral, but a celebration of the old people finally leaving, and they can be more carefree. Can an old man walk with his eyes closed?

Outside the window, the moonlight is bright, the greenhouse has been evacuated, and all the dust has settled. It's just that there are never many absurd funerals and fake dutiful sons in the world.

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It was a hot summer, and I looked out of the window. One thing touched me deeply.

The thing is this: I was sitting at home watching TV when suddenly there was a quick cry outside the window, and I couldn't help looking out of the window. It turns out that in a bird's nest, there are a group of birds singing, which are chicks who have not learned to fly. At this time, I found a snake crawling slowly towards them. The birds were frightened and made unnecessary resistance, but the snake completely ignored it.

Just then, the mother bird looking for food flew back and found that the snake had climbed into the nest. I spit out the food in my mouth at once, but it was too late, because the snake had swallowed a chick, and the mother bird launched a fierce attack at first sight, but the snake was not easy to provoke because it was raising a child. Look at the difference between birds and snakes. In this way, the bird has no chance of winning at all.

But the mother bird has been pecking at the snake's abdomen, and the snake is not to be outdone. It has been barking and craning its neck to scare it from time to time. Mother bird doesn't know what to do, and she is not afraid of death. She attacks like a desperate person. Finally, the snake was tired and had no intention of fighting with the mother bird again, and wanted to slip away. Mother bird should have let it go, but she was desperately chasing it. The snake pecked around and accidentally fell from the tree. Female bird

At this time, the snake became angry and used its own "killer"-spraying venom. The battle has become fierce, and the mother bird risked her life to peck the snake. Finally, the snake was pecked to death, and its body was covered with small holes pecked out by the mother bird. The mother bird flew to the branch and stood for a while, then flew away with another chick.

This is a struggle between animals, and it is also a "family defense war" for mother bird. In order to protect the child, in order to avenge the child, she can even give up her life. This let me see the greatness of maternal love. No matter how fierce the enemy is, she will eventually shrink back in front of maternal love.

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A simple little box outlines the colors of the world. -inscription

Outside the window, it is a rainy day. Needle-shaped rain falls quietly and silently, with morning dew, lying comfortably and softly in every corner. At other times, a little coolness comes to my face, but it is cold and gentle. I don't know which treetop, there is the first bird song. When I first arrived, it was a timid and surprising voice. It is small, but it evokes the scenery outside the window and the paintings inside the window.

The first ray of sunshine emerged from the fog and clouds, blue, reflecting the sky's belly white and rendering the scenery that can be seen. The first flower bloomed and greedily enjoyed the cold sunshine. Although frosted in the early days of sunny days, the dark ash completely disappeared. That cool morning, sunny morning, was spent in the frolicking of children. Those small, slapstick characters are ethereal memories that adults can no longer enjoy and experience. For me, it's as real as yesterday.

The people in the distance gradually dispersed, but the smoke from the kitchen rose in the clouds and fog, which was the truest comfort for those who came home at noon, because there were still people at home who were affectionate and loving. For me, I can only lean against the window and stare blankly.

In the afternoon, the wind became slightly hot, but the warm wind could not blow into my heart. I just think it's warm, soft, quiet and fragrant with the smell of flowers left in the morning. At this time, it is not as lively as in the morning. Only a few old people sat on the bench, slowly fanning their fans, listening to the drama and enjoying life. I don't like listening to movies, but I am attracted by those tired sunsets. I saw it turn red and red again, but it was also falling.

Sunset sets on the roofs of tall buildings, making the yellow roofs of Jin Liang shine. The fog will rest at dawn, and apes and birds will sing wildly. Night is coming and the scales are sinking. When the sun sets, it is the busiest time. People who came home in the evening-those tired laborers, were amused by their lovely faces with a little melancholy children, and their smiles reappeared on their faces; Students in school uniforms are in high spirits, because someone is waiting at home and someone is smiling, so they will not face a house with nothing. The setting sun rose in the torn cotton. At this time, it is not as shy as when it first rose, but has a calm crimson. It seems to have missed thousands of things in Qian Qian, and watched thousands of people return to their homes in Qian Qian, but never said it.

Once again, people are gone. This is the moment for the moon. Under the quiet starry night, only a few lights are left to illuminate me, and I am sitting by the window alone.

About the composition outside the window 800 words 10

During my lunch break that summer, I suddenly woke up. I don't know whether I was awakened by the heat or by the cicada singing in the tree outside the window.

Occasionally looking out of the window, I saw a lush green, where there was a row of tall camphor trees. The branches of camphor trees stretched around, propping up a piece of green shade and sprinkling it. The opposite teaching building is hiding behind this row of camphor trees, motionless in the scorching sun. In this weather, there is no wind, the students in the classroom are listlessly lying on the table, and many people are already sweating. The clock in the classroom is ticking. When can I have my lunch break?

Several birds flew into the shade of camphor trees and disappeared. I saw some branches and clusters of green leaves shaking. Maybe those little guys are playing in the shade. Cicada hiding in the corner of the camphor tree canopy, complacent, but also more and more fierce, inevitably a bit harsh, in this hot afternoon moxibustion, listening to inexplicable irritability.

Looking down, it is a row of small cherry trees, not as lush as big camphor trees, only a small piece of gray purple. The path next to the cherry tree is crowded with people at lunch every day, and now it is empty. Without the big camphor tree tube, the shadows of those small cherry trees are still too small, so keep your own shadows. On the path with direct sunlight, the ground seems to be steaming like a big steamer.

"sasha vujacic", the leaves of the big camphor tree suddenly moved, and finally it was windy! The wind blows my hair, and my cheeks are kissed by the wind, which makes me feel cool. The wind squeezed in from the cracks in the teaching building, just as the wind passed through the valley and was washed away by the shade of camphor trees, adding a touch of coolness and natural atmosphere to the summer afternoon.

Looking up, I can vaguely see a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, just like cotton that farmers are drying at will in the empty sky. They are so close to the sun that it should be very hot. How can they look at peace of mind?

"Ding ...", the bell at the end of lunch break finally rang, and the number of people under the camphor tree gradually increased. It must be a summer resort under Zhangshu. In this summer afternoon, it is good to take a walk in the shade. It's a pity that I'm sitting on the third floor and won't stay long. The bell will ring soon, and the afternoon class will begin soon. I'll go back and put the books for next class on the table.

Outside the window, it was green and scorching. Under the camphor tree, the cross is covered, and it is still vague in the daytime. In the busy study, just look out the window like this!

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