The composition of the external world

Lead: I am learning about the outside world step by step. Although I started to touch it, it still made my heart surge. The following are four essays about the outside world that I prepared for you. I hope they will help you!

Article 1: the outside world composition The outside world is wonderful, but it is very helpless. Every time I hear this song, I think of it. What is the outside world like?

I am like a caged bird, full of infinite curiosity about the scenery of the outside world; Looking forward to the wonderful outside world. I long for the outside world, and I am more eager for the outside life. Whenever I face a dull book, I draw a fine mountain view, and I draw a vivid landscape, as if I had already immersed myself in it and felt the natural scenery. And I, a frog in the well, have already hidden the beauty of the outside world in a deep valley, and the peaks have locked me tightly in the mountains, creating me who only lives in a fantasy world.

So, with curiosity in my heart, I dragged my luggage out of the house in the morning and wanted to know what the outside world was like.

I walked on and on, and before I knew it, I came to a park I had never been to. This seems to be the most beautiful park I have ever seen. Huh? Isn't this the fallen petal tree in the novel? When the wind blows, the flowers all over the tree sway gently, like a veil left by a fairy swaying in the wind. There are crystal dewdrops on the petals, like transparent white crystals. Birds twittering in the branches, as if enjoying the beauty of the earth like me. I took a gentle breath. The air here is so fresh! The surrounding fog gives off an indescribable but refreshing smell, which makes people want to breathe more. Everything around is so beautiful, just like in a fairyland. Oh, what a beautiful world outside!

I walked on, and suddenly, I came to an open field. Huh? Why is there no one around? I looked around, surrounded by some crops, looking into the distance, as if I could never see the end. In the field, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. The golden wind blows, the endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain are like shy girls, shyly lowering their heads. I looked at the sky, and the empty sky seemed to reveal a touch of sadness at this moment. I stood there alone. The breeze brushed my hair and lifted my skirt. Oh, the outside world is sad!

I was somehow taken to another place. When I reacted, I found it was a quiet little yard, as if everyone had gone out. Two sparrows in the tree caught my attention. One is like a mother, the other is like a newly hatched bird. It seems that its feathers have not been unfolded and it is wet all over. There are three feathers with brown spots on the tail, like petals. Although the color is not bright, it looks good. He put a bug in his mother's mouth and put it in the sparrow's mouth. The sparrow was about to put it in its mouth when it suddenly shrank back. The sparrow kept calling, as if to say: Mom, I'm hungry, I want to eat worms! I saw sparrows pecking with their mouths. Little sparrow's head seems to say: Son, delicious fruit is hard earned. If you want to eat worms, you must feed yourself. The sparrow nodded thoughtfully and went to find the bug himself. Oh, the outside world is really hard!

After this exploration, I understand. The outside world is beautiful, sad and hard. Generally speaking, the outside world is rich and colorful. But only when you come to the outside world can you find all this beautiful.

Only when the ship breaks free from the shackles of the cable can it sail thousands of miles on the vast sea and look at the cloak freely in the stormy waves. Only when the butterfly emerges from its cocoon can it dance in the soft light, dancing out the brilliance of life and the true meaning of life. Don't always live in your own world, look up and see how colorful the outside world is, and be brave in exploration and pursuit!

The outside world is wonderful, but the outside world is helpless. This song is still ringing in my ears, but I have understood the true meaning of life.

In the classroom, I am just a little mouse, locked in a hole. I really want to go out of the cave one day, see the wild world and fulfill my dream!

In class, I can only listen to the teacher's constant nagging; Looking out the window, I can only envy the birds flying outside. However, out of the classroom, I can fly freely like a bird; I can bloom the flowers in my heart, I can appreciate the beauty of the world! Out of the classroom, I may be able to increase a lot of safety knowledge that teachers have not taught and will not teach.

Out of the classroom, I will rush to the blue sky and blue sea; I won't think about those figures when I leave the classroom. I will embrace the world.

When I was a child, I could really play in the classroom with my classmates all day. Now it's different! Teachers are fiercer and scarier than each other! So, I just want to get out of the classroom. I've been thinking about how good it would be to get out of this nightmare! Exams are like monsters, grades are like witches, and exams are like hell. Unfortunately, this is not a dream. I really want to ask for leave in class, so I like it very much, because I can walk out of the classroom.

In class, I can only look out of the window, which makes people want to go out of the classroom and see the beautiful world!

Chapter 3: The composition of the outside world. It was a night when thunderstorms poured down and everything was happy. As the rain faded away, people from all households went out looking for things with flashlights. My father was about to leave at this time, so I followed him. Under the leadership of my father, I walked a long way to a deserted field and stopped quietly. As the footsteps slowly disappeared into the air, I heard an uproar of frogs, and the sound was very chaotic and lively. At the same time, I can vaguely hear their meaningful voices in the noise. They are as active and popular as people who live in busy cities at night. At this time, my father swept the wasteland with a flashlight in his hand, and the noise was gone. Then the wasteland suddenly became very quiet, and you could even hear the sound of wind and Buddha crossing the grass. It's so chilling that even goose bumps come out.

Soon we caught a lot, and my father wanted to go home, and then we went home. Tired, I forgot to wash my face and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was midnight and the room was stuffy. I went out for some fresh air. I don't know where frogs come from. It was loud, so I looked for it with my flashlight. I walked into the wastewater well, and the noise was very loud. In fact, my family has given up this well for several years, so I took a flashlight and took a photo. Because the place where my family lives is relatively high, this well is also dug deep. It was not until the night that the aperture of the flashlight shone on a black thing that I could see what was underneath. I thought it was a stone at first, but then I moved a few times before I knew it was a frog. This surprised me. I don't know how it got in or how it felt. Just now I told my father that they were so cheerful and free, but now this frog in the well is just the opposite. I can hear how much it wants to go out, how much it wants to see the outside world, and how much it wants to go out and take risks. Even if the danger is thrilling, I am not afraid. You can imagine how much it wants these.

By this time, my feet were numb, so I sat down by the well, looked up at the stars and thought about my future plans. Now I am a senior three student, and I really want to go outside and see what the outside world is like. The idea of my family is that my father wants me to go to medical school, which is not bad in the inland, but my second sister threw cold water on me. She said that medical school is a two-year-old one, and that I can get in. And deep down, I wish I could go out and have a look. Even if the outside world is not wonderful, I want to see why it is not wonderful. It's better than me watching half the sky here. Well, what's the difference between this and a frog in a well? Everyone's life, there are always surprises, dangers, sadness, blessings and gains. Not everyone's life path is so perfect, so smooth and so safe.

Finally, I definitely decided to go out and see the outside world. No matter what the future road is, this is also my life experience. Then I stood up, with a flashlight in my hand, going into the house to sleep. At this time, the frog in the well cried, as if calling me to save it, as if it could sense my inner thoughts and let it see the outside world. I found a bucket that had been useless for many years and put it down slowly. It was depressed for a long time, as if I wanted to eat it, but I finally jumped into the bucket and waited for me to pull it. I think it must be very happy.

Chapter four: The composition of the outside world dragged my luggage out of the house, and a trace of nostalgia came to my mind, so I was afraid of hesitation. If so, please make up your mind to push me out of the door, although you also have a lot of reluctance and concern.

The outside world is wonderful. When I grow up, I should work hard. Just like a fledgling eagle, you will never chase the moon or fly high in the clouds without spreading your wings painfully. In the outside world, I will make many friends, and I will exchange my sincerity for theirs; I will win the trust of others with selfless help; In the outside world, I will make some achievements. Of course, it takes effort, and I will do it. In the outside world, I will see colorful colors, read profound books, visit Saibei, the horses in the autumn wind, and appreciate the distant and illusory elements in Naxi ancient music ... What do I think of such a wonderful world, and how can I learn? However, I will cherish the warmth of my home, I will long for the sense of security my parents give me, and I will miss everything that remains the same ... At this time, you must make up your mind to push me out of the door and publicize the wonderful life outside.

The outside world is helpless. Young and inexperienced, you will not understand the world, and you will be defeated repeatedly; I will face unfair competition and setbacks again and again, and I will taste one kind of bitterness after another ... The foundation that life has given me is like a thin blade cutting my skin, but a little pain goes deep into my heart. My face is smiling, but my heart is bleeding. I will be depressed, I will lose half my ambition, I will be depressed and listless at the mercy of others; I became timid and dragged my luggage to the door ... At this time, please welcome me in and cure me with your family, but you must push me out of the house and force me to rejoin the helpless world.

Mom and dad, when I was a child, you told me: there are wolves outside, and there are even more witty and brave shepherds; There are big eggs and courageous uncles and aunts; There are AIDS abroad, and there are even more doctors who are brave enough to fight the disease ... You also taught me that birds in cages can't grow up, and only by fighting with underground life can they grow into strong Dapeng. ...

When I was a little girl, I opened the door to peep at the outside world. You opened the door and encouraged me to come out bravely and grow up in the nature of red flowers and green leaves. When I opened the door to growth and climbed up your head spontaneously, we were entangled in that unscrupulous attachment and concern. Please mercilessly push me out to live in the outside world!