Composition outside the window

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So have you ever studied composition? The following is the composition outside the window that I helped you sort out. I hope it will help you.

Composition outside the window 1 Under the blue sky, a bird flies by, which indicates my yearning for freedom in my heart. ...

The school bell rang on Friday, and I finally set foot on my way home in the dim light. I really want to throw away my schoolbag and get close to my favorite books. I really want to push away my textbooks and do my favorite handiwork ... but a mountain of homework is wrapped around me, and the steps on the stairs are so slow and heavy. Knock, knock, knock.

On Friday night, I couldn't escape the assignment of homework and interest class. A string of English words, a string of numbers for addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and a lot of things that need to be copied and recited, fixed me under a warm and boring desk lamp, and the snow-white light shone on the dense black words, which was particularly dazzling.

On Saturday morning, after finishing the last homework, there were several more "numbers" papers on the desk, but laughter crept into my ears and my heart from time to time.

Standing on the balcony, overlooking, the golden sunshine in winter falls on the ground, and several children chase together, shooting, laughing and floating in the wind; Looking up, the blue ribbon is dotted with a few marshmallows, and the birds are dancing under the storm, so free; Looking back at the room, the quilt took away the warm sunshine, leaving only a piece of cold and cheerless.

I think I am like a flower in a greenhouse, like a bird in a cage, like ... although I am prosperous and carefree, although ... I have no rain and rain, no free space, no. ...

Suddenly I feel that the free blue sky is so close to me, as if I can reach out and grab it; It's so far, why can't it be close all the time?

Composition outside the window 2 A gust of autumn wind penetrates the heart and spleen; An autumn rain, the sound of raindrops; A season of autumn scenery, touching people's hearts.

Autumn wind blows across the face of osmanthus trees, bringing vitality and fragrance. Osmanthus fragrans outside the window bloomed in the bleak rain.

Raindrops are like marbles. The marbles are in the green leaves, and the marbles spread the green leaves, revealing the golden osmanthus embedded in them without reservation. From a distance, it looks like a bright pearl, shyly buried in the shadow of green leaves.

A breeze blows, blowing the petals, and the fragrance that permeates the flowers is sprinkled in every corner of the classroom with the breeze. The fragrance stimulates everyone's olfactory cells, making people breathe faster and intoxicated.

I lay by the window in a daze. The yellow weeds under the tree danced with the wind, while the sweet-scented osmanthus on the branches stood still under the shade of green leaves, quietly showing its infinite charm.

Flowers often bring the laughter of students. The sweet bell after class pushes the students to gather under the tree and cast intoxicating eyes on the golden osmanthus. They reached out and gently picked a sweet-scented osmanthus, holding it in their hands and enjoying the unique and charming charm alone.

After sunrise, the rain was silent and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed with the wind. Dewdrops that stay on the branches and leaves, like naughty elves, slide down the leaves and fall into stagnant water in the mud, ticking the rotation of the hour hand. At dusk, the sunset is filled with dark yellow, and the osmanthus tree still adheres to its original posture, not afraid of the darkness at all, and its branches sway and drop dewdrops the size of beans.

Night arrival, under the illumination of street lamps, sweet-scented osmanthus sleeps in the dark, but the fragrance among the flowers is like a girl after bathing, and it has been showing its charm under the touch of the wind.

Composition 3 outside the window came back from cram school. It's already 5: 58 p.m. Today is Saturday, but my homework hasn't moved much. I have been on my way to cram school all day. After a short rest, I sat down at my desk and began to struggle.

An hour passed and the smell of rice came into the room. I went out, bypassed the dining table, climbed onto the sofa, put my hands on the glass, and stared out of the window quietly, trying to have a rest.

The wind outside is very strong, even indoors, you can hear the "whirring" sound outside. Branches bent down one by one, and after a gust of wind passed, the newly arranged branches bowed their heads again. The small pool in the center of the community no longer flows out of dirty water, and people walking beside it are very anxious. There is a woman with long hair and long skirt walking on the slope through the small trees in the twilight. When the wind blows, the calm hair is messy and the long skirt is raised with the wind. It's a really messy but beautiful picture.

Looking at the sky from the ground, dusk has come, and several sparrows have flown in the sky, but there are no crows. The moon is sharp, as if to announce the coming of night, the wind is blowing, and the clouds have lost their usual appearance in daydreaming. Have they been blown away by the wind?

Every household turns on the lights, and the floor is like a gathering place for stars. The "stars" are lit, and the light as warm as the sun is in sharp contrast with the cold wind outside the window, which makes people feel very comfortable.

There are also old women chattering downstairs. The wind didn't take away the voices of the old people, and they left in frustration.

"Have a meal! What are you looking at? " Mother's voice came from behind. Looking back, the food has been served. I left the sofa and walked to the sunny dining table, where there were people waiting for me.

Out of the window in the classroom, I sat in a window seat of my own. Inadvertently looking out through the window, my thoughts flew away, without a trace, to the farthest distance.

In our teaching building, there will always be many winter jasmine flowers competing to open. Spring has come, and it has many young yellow flowers. I can't help wanting to take him away. But every time I think: forget it, next time! Anyway, it will always stay there and won't go far. When I was truly free, those flowers had withered, replaced by green leaves, and withered flowers were scattered underground. May be to take this endless spring with you!

Outside the window, the tall ginkgo tree is still tall and straight, but its branches are still bare and there is no sign of growth. It's getting warmer every day, and I'm always worried about whether it's dead or not. I just found out today. The green leaves above are competing to sprout. The flowers and grass outside the window are also working hard and growing quietly. Because they know that if they don't work hard, others will take their place

Once the tree next to the dormitory died, and someone immediately came to change it. Aren't we like trees? If we don't study hard and improve our grades. Although there will be nothing now. But what about the future? 10 years, 20 years later? There will always be people in society who will ban you.

A cool breeze blew, shivering, and my thoughts returned to the classroom, looking at our teacher gratefully. Feel the learning atmosphere of the students around you.

Looking at the picturesque spring scenery outside the window, I can't help cheering myself up: Come on! Junho, you are the best. You must prove to everyone how hard you work in spring.

The composition outside the window has just broken dawn for five days, and everything is still sweetly asleep. Everything is quiet. In the blue sky, the sun slowly penetrated the clouds and crept out. In a short time. The light red of the sun changed to orange. Revealed its already swollen face. Like a shy little girl, looking shyly at the earth.

It's half past six in the morning. In order to watch the sunrise, I lay on the balcony window early. I vaguely heard a few whizzing sounds. Out of curiosity, I've been looking around on the balcony, wondering where the whooshing sound came from. Looking downstairs, it turned out that the sanitation workers were sweeping the floor with a big broom made of bamboo.

Although it is morning, it is already very hot. I saw aunt sanitation holding a broom and sweeping it back and forth several times in all directions. The garbage on the ground has also become piles. But who knows that there is a strong wind. The garbage that Aunt Sanitation just cleaned was blown away. The garbage was scattered all over the floor again, and I was shocked to see my aunt. Pick up the broom again and sweep the floor. Although upstairs, I can also see my aunt's work clothes, which are soaked through. The sweat on my cheeks slipped like a broken pearl. But he never stopped and kept trying. Finally swept the damn garbage into the trash can.

Then he is cleaning the trash can. Rummaging in that dirty trash can. I saw him take out some mineral water bottles and put them in his sack. I thought to myself, isn't such a dirty trash can just picking up some mineral water bottles? I saw my aunt wiping around the trash can again and thought about it again. It is also brave and hard for sanitation workers to clean up such a dirty trash can. The trash can is something that most people don't want to get close to, let alone clean it. I admire the courage of this sanitation worker.

Although sanitation workers are an ordinary job. But they love their jobs. Their labor has brought us a clean home. We admire this spirit.

Writing 6 Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees outside the window is about the scenery outside the window. It seldom snows in this small town in the south.

Overnight, when you look around, everything is silver, and the children are very happy. Even if your hands and feet are cold, you will play until dark. Sometimes a snowflake slips into the neck, making people tremble with cold, but their hearts are warm.

The elders in the family have experienced snow, so they are no longer surprised, only complaining: Why is it snowing again?

As the saying goes, it is cold before frost and cold after snow. The next day, the temperature plummeted, and the Bo Xue on the ground turned into water, and some were trampled into ice. Bang, looking out the window, this is the second person who fell down.

Girl, stand firm and don't fall down again. Snow shovel Aunt shouted at the top of her lungs.

I know her well, too. She likes to meddle in the community and play with the children in the community, which seems very popular. Well, early this morning, she swept the snow with a big broom, and then took a shovel from somewhere to shovel the snow.

I saw my aunt pick up the one on the ground and go back to shovel snow. It was cold, but she didn't put on more clothes. From time to time, she raised her arm and wiped her sweat with gloves that had already been soaked in snow.

Holding a broom, she seems to be struggling in the wind, dancing hard with her hands, but standing straight. When I swept to the side of the road, my foot seemed to step on something. I bent down, took out a shovel pinned to my waist, thrust it down hard and put it in the snow and ice. As soon as my arm turned, I seemed to have great strength, put the shovel on the curb and cocked it up. Pull the broken ice with a shovel, or send it to the sewer, or put it in a garbage bag.

It's always like this. You'll get tired. She walked all the way, and finally squatted down with difficulty, shaking her arms. That thin figure is so inconspicuous in the mottled snow, but it is so abrupt. Even if you are tired, you will continue to work. That small back, along the long path, gradually drifted away.

Looking out of the window, the ice has been removed almost; Snow, also swept clean. The only constant is the burning heart.

The scenery outside the window, inadvertently, has entered my mind.

She likes to sit on the balcony and look out of the window. I don't know what attracts her so much there. No matter in the morning, at noon or at night, her eyes are always on it.

The east began to bloom, and the sun slowly glided through a beautiful arc in the sky, leaving traces, from red to orange, from orange to yellow, but it soon merged with the sky, leaving only a meteor-like beauty. The air is filled with the hazy smell of late autumn rain, vaguely mixed with some rotten leaves. Now is the best time to open the window and get some air. That's what I thought and did.

I came home from school at noon and sat at the window again. The smell of rain and leaves in the air has dissipated, and the smell of dry sunshine fills the whole room. The sun is hanging in the middle of the sky, and a yellow halo around it is particularly harsh. The children skipped home from school in the street. During lunch break, there were few pedestrians in the street, only a few cars passed by, and the contact between tires and asphalt was the only sound outside the window at noon.

Darkness enveloped the whole town for a long time. Even if I am surrounded by a layer of glass or even a window frame, I can feel the boundless night. The street lamps on the street are no longer on because of the failure, which makes me feel a kind of depression that I have never felt before. Tonight's moon is round and bright, maybe with the glow of the midday sun. Because she's coming back, it's also happy for me, I think, and my mouth is inadvertently rising.

Recalling the scene where she sat, I also recalled a conversation: "Grandma, why do you always sit there?"

"When you get old, you will always feel lonely."

"I am here, aren't I?" My eyes are a little hot and humid, and the backs of an old man and a young man sitting by the window are gradually blurred in my eyes. I'm afraid I will be lonely without you.

Composition outside the window 8 What's outside the window?

There are morning glow, blue sky and white clouds, heavy rain, dazzling sunshine, sunset glow, neon lights shining at night and so on outside the window. The picture outside the window is always changing, telling the story of the world.

I have two windows, one is called Xiaodong and the other is called Xiaoxi. Watch it after getting up in the morning and before going to bed at night.

Get up at six in the morning. I turned over and sat up, lifted my hair with my hand, and there was a beam of light. In front of me is Xiaodong, through which I see a sleeping world. At the moment, the window is very quiet, even the birds are silent, only the rustling of sweeping the floor. Several passers-by and cars were scattered on the road. The sun outside the window has not yet risen completely, but it can't wait to dye the surrounding clouds bright yellow.

Through this window, I saw a world ready to go. My drowsiness vanished in an instant, so I was full of energy and started the day I was looking forward to.

Go home at six in the evening. I was doing my homework, and a ray of gentle and lazy sunshine shone on my face. I put down my pen and lay down beside the stream, watching the scenery outside the window at this time. The sun is leaving. He comes and goes quickly. The sunset seems to be trying to keep the sun, keep her beautiful color now, and wrap her colorful body around the tall building. Out of the window, I tried to capture the scene at the moment, freeze it and treat it gently. Looking out of the window, my fatigue disappeared.

At two o'clock in the morning, insomnia. I admire the world outside these two windows, but they are completely different. Xiaodong faces the downtown area, and the neon lights are endless and bustling. People who haven't come home are talking about something, and there is a burst of laughter and noise from time to time. Xiaoxi faced the community, and every household turned off the lights and it was dark. However, this darkness gives people a kind of peace of mind, which makes people's tense nerves suddenly calm down and want to sleep with the world outside the window.

Looking at this completely different scene outside the window, I fell asleep unconsciously.

The composition outside the window is 9 windows. When we see this word, we can't help looking out. Isn't it the beautiful spring outside our window and the colorful neon world? Yes, but the word "out of the window" can be associated with many things, such as the well-known saying: two ears don't listen to things outside the window, but only read sage books.

The meaning of this famous saying is easy to understand. That is, you should concentrate on your studies. Your ears should not be attracted and influenced by external things. You should concentrate on your studies. In ancient times, there were many such figures: Jiang Ziya in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms, Wang Shouren in the Ming Dynasty and so on. From this perspective, this is the truth of reading.

However, is this ancient reading truth necessarily useful today? I think it has some limitations. Now is an information-rich era. The development of the Internet has brought us into a new world. Big data processing makes technology more and more developed and advanced. Even a lot of knowledge in our books is extracted from this information, and it may continue to expand. To give a few examples: Math application problems have the shadow of our life, and some are almost copies of life. The improvement of Chinese and English expression ability is also inseparable from the big classroom of life. Now is not the time to learn math, physics and chemistry well and travel around the world without fear, but the one who wins the language wins the world. "Common sense is closely related to our lives, and current affairs politics is what happened recently in the country where we live or other countries.

Therefore, in today's information explosion, we still have to study and read books carefully, but we can't turn a deaf ear to what is going on outside the window and concentrate on reading sage books. But to listen to the voice of reading and care about family, national affairs and everything in the world. Only in this way can we really learn knowledge and become a fully developed teenager!

Composition outside the window 10 The warm sunshine woke me up in the morning. Hair is like a chicken nest, limbs are flabby and eyelids droop-so the day begins.

I put on my coat and walked to the French window. The sun shone on my sleepy eyes, pulled up the curtains and sneezed subconsciously. Go to the balcony, move a small bench and sit down, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds. ...

"Xuan, get up and start doing your homework!" The silence was broken. Hey! I dragged my heavy legs to the room and sat at the desk. My whole body is wrapped in the warm sunshine of spring-forget it, do your homework.

After a few minutes, my thoughts began to wander again. ...

Think about summer. I miss sitting in an air-conditioned room in summer, so relaxed and comfortable. Outside the window, the sun is like fire. Light shines on the earth, although there are a few wisps of breeze, but it can completely rival the "baptism" of the sun. Looking down, there are few people. Look at those flowers and trees, they are even more lush when facing the light.

After the spring breeze, the autumn osmanthus is ushered in. Take a deep breath, it is the fragrance of fruit; Open your eyes, it is a piece of red. It is a good choice to open the window at this time. Although it is the 20th floor, you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus trees downstairs. The ethereal fragrance is neither strong nor weak. Take a deep breath and the fragrance will be stirred. If you pick sweet-scented osmanthus and soak it in hot water, it is definitely a good cup of tea.

Autumn is my favorite winter after I sent it away. Although it doesn't snow in the south, it's still so cold. Windows are rarely open, and camphor trees with green branches and leaves still fall in summer; The most dazzling flower with petals in spring is now knitting new clothes underground. Looking around, it seems that there are little snowflakes floating on the remaining green trees.

"Have you finished your homework?" I was taken aback, alas! My wandering thoughts are back, and I continue to finish my boring homework!

The scenery outside the window is left out of my sight alone.

Composition outside the window 1 1 Do your homework at home. When I am tired, I will look out of the window. The beautiful scenery outside the window often intoxicated me.

There is a begonia tree outside the window, and my mother-in-law guards the residents like an elf. In spring, the east wind is warm, which gives birth to the buds of their branches. They seem to be the little messengers of spring, awakening all hibernating things. In summer, they rush to bloom red or white flowers, emitting charming fragrance. With the sunrise in early summer, the fragrance flashed into people's rooms. Sniffing into this sweet taste with sunlight makes people feel refreshed. In autumn, ruby-like begonia fruits are smiling and dotted on dark green branches, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, as if to show off to people: Look, how beautiful I am! Sweet and sour, come and choose! In winter, the whistling north wind blew off their gorgeous clothes in the past, leaving only a pair of gaunt hands reaching into the sky. But I think they must be saving energy for spring. ...

Beautiful tree, how can you leave the bird?

In recent years, with the reduction of smog, there are more and more birds in the community. In the morning, I am always awakened by a burst of birdsong. Sometimes swallows, sometimes magpies, sometimes cuckoos, and some strange birds whose names I can't name.

In the autumn season, looking out of the window, Yan Zhen, who has returned to the south, is seriously writing the word "person" in the blue sky. Sparrows perch on the branches of begonia, chasing and playing, or pecking in the hidden grass. Grey magpies will come from time to time, chirping and humming. ...

People of all colors in the community are unwilling to be lonely, and black powder appears: outside the window, you can see the busy figure of enthusiastic neighbor grandma Zhang; Outside the window, I can hear Aunt Liu's chirping voice. Outside the window, I can see my neighbor Peng Shu, who always wears a cap, running around; Outside the window, there are dog walkers, skateboarders, cyclists and splash water ... they all have their own careers and their own happiness.

Outside the window, there are all kinds of sounds that attract you to look out of the window from time to time and enjoy the vivid drama of nature and human life. It is really colorful, peaceful and warm.

Composition outside the window 12 My parents get off work very late, so every day after school, my grandmother downstairs will take me to her house. I often look out of the window, expecting my parents to come back. It's really lonely in my neighbor's grandma's house, and it's always anxious to return.

One day, I went back to my grandmother's house in frustration, lying on my desk and looking out of the window, thinking: Why did I lose my mechanical pencil? That's my only mechanical pencil ... thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze.

In my dream, I came to a remote and poor mountain area. In the ravine, a little boy is quietly pushing open the window, staring out the window with bright eyes. There was silence all around, only looming streams and steep mountains in the distance. Occasionally, a bird flies across the sky, bringing a glimmer of life. The little boy's tears ran down his nose silently. His sister next to him is writing a letter to his parents wholeheartedly. Xiao Mu's uneven desk is covered with yellow manuscript paper, on which are lines of beautiful and neat words, which read: "Dear Mom and Dad, I have become the sports minister of the school, and I will represent the school in the national children's football competition, and I will definitely win glory for the school. But how I miss you! Do you have a good time in the big city? When can I call it a day? Can you go back to your hometown early? "

"It's time for dinner-"I was awakened by grandma's cry. At the dinner table, I was thinking about my dream brother and sister while eating. How much they look forward to their parents going back to their hometown! I think parents must miss their children, too. However, I heard from TV and newspapers that it sometimes takes years for left-behind children in poor areas to reunite with their parents. I only stay at grandma's house for an hour or two every day. Compared with them, this kind of waiting is really insignificant. I secretly made up my mind to cherish the happy time now, study hard and create a better life in the future.

At the same time, we should also help more left-behind children in poor areas. You can donate some books and articles to add some new ideas to their lonely and helpless life. Open the windows of their hearts and let them have beautiful colors outside the window!

Composition outside the window 13 likes the scenery outside the window and has a different feeling, just like there is a world outside the window and a bigger world outside the window.

Sitting by the window at home, the spring is slightly cold outside the window, but there are already springs jingling and birds singing. Under the crystal blue sky, flowers are blooming and embracing colorful flowers. Even the breeze is an invitation to spring after smoking, and it becomes gentle and fragrant. The flower seeds squeezed under the wet and cold soil are called by the flowers and can't wait to get out of the mud. The whole mountain forest is filled with their clear laughter. I laughed myself.

There are cicadas singing outside the window in summer. The blue sky is endless, and a few white clouds are floating leisurely, but cicadas resting in the trees on the ground often disturb this tranquility. Their concert runs from sunrise to sunset, and there is an ensemble in the evening, which is outrageous. Their songs are as passionate as burning flames, no less than the scorching sun. In the green forest, they often resound with soul-stirring songs, which makes people feel less sleepy in the lazy summer days. I often sing with them, and my heart flies out of the window.

In autumn, there is often fog outside the window, and petals and dead leaves fall in the fog. A bigger autumn rain filled the mountains with autumn colors, and mottled dead leaves fell helplessly and sighed. Sparrows fell outside the window, chattered about autumn, and then flew away. A flower withered and wrote an autumn poem. I left my desk and reached out to catch the long-lost sunshine outside the window. The rain stopped intermittently.

It's foggy outside the window in winter, and you seldom see fresh colors. Occasionally found a touch of brilliant red in a gray world, that is camellia. The red skirt is full of youth, and the golden stamens are gorgeous and incomparable crowns. She stood proudly in the snow, blooming beautiful flowers. I have also seen dazzling bright yellow trees, which are wintersweet, like fairies, exquisite and free from vulgarity, like beautiful women, and graceful. When I walked out of the window, I couldn't help smiling at each other with these beautiful things and gently caressing a bunch of flowers.

I like windows very much. There are colorful flowers and beautiful birds singing, which makes me really feel that there is a warm word in this world besides busyness, called beautiful scenery.

Composition 14 It is drizzling outside the window. I opened my umbrella, walked out of the door and looked at everything in front of me: the spring rain drifted away like a wisp at will. Beads fall from the sky; On the ground, white smoke rises Later, the family came out with their luggage. Soon, we are waiting for the train back to our hometown.

It's a little crowded on the bus, but it doesn't prevent me from finding a seat. Sitting by the window on the train was so boring that I fell asleep unconsciously. I slept for about half an hour and was awakened by the noise of the train. It's raining harder and harder, and the raindrops as big as beans are scraping on the glass, as if they are going to break.

Looking out of the window from the train. It's so vague that I really want to know what it looks like under this ambiguity. Just watching and guessing, the rain gradually stopped.

When the train arrived, I looked out of the window. In the noise, people outside are carrying big bags and small bags, dragging suitcases to the open train carriages. Looking at it, it seems that I am also in the queue of crowded trains. Looking around again, I saw vendors constantly introducing their things to passers-by, but pedestrians rarely stopped. In the other direction, I saw a middle-aged uncle shouting something into his mobile phone, and then he leaned forward and came to the train with a father and son behind him. The child ran to the train excitedly, while his father followed him and stumbled in the middle. It's true. Kind of funny. There is also a middle-aged woman holding two children, still talking about something.

The train started to start, and I changed from a young man to a boy of the same age. I took the initiative to talk to him. I talked about everything outside the window and felt that everything outside the window was printed in my mind.

The picture in the frame is beautiful, but the world outside the window frame is more colorful.

Composition outside the window 15 There are five sunflowers in the small garden outside my window.

Those sunflowers broke ground in early spring. At that time, it had not blossomed, and the green leaves made people like it very much. The green figure is full of vitality.

But it didn't last long. At that time, as soon as I came home from school, I was confronted with an unprecedented storm. It roared and flew, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if it had swallowed everything. Looking out of the window from the room, it was a mess and I couldn't see anything clearly. I can only hear the "snapping" sound of raindrops the size of beans hitting the ground. ...

The next morning, I went out to have a look and was shocked: the yard was full of water, and all five sunflowers in the garden were broken from the waist. The crystal dew on the broken stem is like tears of pain, which makes people shudder. ...

A few weeks later, I looked out of the window at the garden again and was shocked: it was only a few weeks! Those five sunflowers have grown new stems from the broken parts! The leaves of five sunflowers stand together, like five wounded soldiers, supporting and comforting each other.

At the end of summer, five twisted sunflowers are in full bloom, with big yellow petals and ugly stems. Although they bloom later than ordinary sunflowers and their discs are smaller than ordinary sunflowers, they are still full of vitality and brilliance. ...

I don't know what touched my heart, but tears filled my eyes. Is it moving? Moved by the tenacious spirit of this seedling; Still grateful? Thank god for bringing it back to life. I have mixed feelings in my heart, staring out of the window and tasting the touching "sunflower spirit" ...

Postscript: Later, the garden was full of sunflowers. They are descendants of five sunflowers. They are spreading the spirit of sunflower and spreading it. ...