Excellent prose outside the window

Excellent prose outside the window 1 quietly looked out of the window again.

Outside the window, it is early autumn evening, and the air is full of fragrant rain.

Not far away, a young mother and her children are walking on the bluestone path between lawns. Walking and playing, the child squatted in front of a small wild chrysanthemum on the lawn. The child smiled and talked to the flowers covered with rain and dew. The young mother followed her child closely and looked at her child affectionately and intently. Looking at her children's eyes should be full of infinite tenderness and softness.

I unconsciously silently blessed them in my heart; Although I don't know who they are, it doesn't matter.

Scenes like this were staged over and over again in my childhood, and those distant simple and simple pleasures emerged in my mind in real scenes. It turns out that the good old days can come back like this.

The message of the mobile phone rang a few times, which is a familiar name. Did you send a message about beautiful women at this time? Look carefully, some tears are in my eyes. Close your eyes, your kind, warm and touching words, together with the tears in my eyes, drop by drop in my heart.

In the distant place of Qianshan, it is enough and good enough for me to have someone who misses and cares about himself.

It's just that for a long time, I didn't know what to call you. What should I call you if we meet unexpectedly one day? I feel a little nervous at this thought. In fact, in my heart, I have long thought about the title "Your Intimacy", and I have recited it many times. However, in front of you, I always don't have the courage to shout out, so you must forgive my clumsiness.

Yi Shu said that if you love someone, you should keep a wide distance. When you meet someone, you can pay tribute with admiring eyes and gently ask "OK?" Once a year is enough. What Yi Shu said is another beautiful expectation for me. Now, I can't do this, and I don't think you can either. Then, I gently took my arm and walked in the depths of busy and quiet time. I didn't ask where you came from or where you were going, and I didn't ask what evening it was. I stared at the prosperity and sadness season after season with the gentlest eyes in the world.

At this time, it is early autumn evening, and the air is filled with the fragrance of rain. At this time, it was the wind, which gently buckled my half-opened window. I know that the wind will tell me that autumn has come back, and it will also tell me happy things and you who are crying in pain. ...

It has been raining outside the window since that day. If it is a simple rainstorm, it will be enough. Like this, the sky is gloomy and the ground is wet, which makes people upset. So she hates rainy days. One of the reasons for coming here is that the climate here is dry and the rainfall is scarce. But I didn't expect that this time, even God deliberately opposed her.

At this time, she stood quietly by the window, and sometimes, the day just passed. Outside the window, there is a big tree, and the branches in front are facing the window. She can even see the yellow veins hanging on the branches. Strange to say, why can these residual leaves survive the winter tenaciously and stand on the branches? However, the leaves have completely withered and withered, and it feels like the dead are still clinging to the most precious thing. There is also a small tree under the big tree, which is bare. She thinks it's a normal form. If you die, you will die happily. Why is there attachment?

Occasionally someone passes by with an umbrella on the road outside the window.

She can't sleep at night. The rain outside the window is ticking, as if it falls on her nerves and is about to become a broken string. In the dark, people's voices and their own thoughts often fall asleep very late. Even if I barely fall asleep, the world in my dream will never stop raining.

The next day, she stood at the window again, no different from the first day, just more excited. The weather forecast says it will be sunny in four days. It will clear up in four days.

On the third day, it rained. She feels more and more out of place with her environment. Everyone is complacent, everyone is putting on airs. She's a little tired of pretending. She misses the past.

On the fourth day, when she watched a leaf fall slowly, he came to the window. Maybe you don't believe in love at first sight, but most of the time, feeling is the most important thing. Yes, she thinks she is in love with this man. There is no doubt that at least 84% of him is her boy. He left in a hurry without an umbrella, and she almost cried. However, like many days in the past, she watched all this silently. So the strange boy disappeared in the rain. She felt very lost, and then she looked at the tree and some leaves fell, which made her even more sad.

On the fifth day, it rained from morning till night. She hoped to see him again, but she didn't. She was a little disappointed, but as expected, this disappointment didn't last long.

On the sixth day, it rained. She cursed the weather forecast in her mind. The boy never showed up again.

On the seventh day, it was raining in the morning. She was very upset. Suddenly, she found a figure under the window. She doesn't know what the man is doing because she has an umbrella. For a long time, the man turned around. It's a girl. Put the phone back in your pocket.

Ah, it turns out that the young trees are in full bloom, and she didn't even notice them before. The flowers are blooming brightly, and they are even more crystal clear in the rain. She couldn't help laughing. At this moment, flowers are shining. She looked up. Oh, the sun is out. ...

Excellent Prose Outside the Window 3 Autumn seems to have come earlier this year, and the leaves began to be covered with a hazy yellow, obviously feeling the invasion of a chill. As usual, I still took a book to find an empty classroom and chose a seat by the window. While reading, you can also enjoy the scenery outside in your lazy time.

The window seat is great. I have a panoramic view of the seats on the fifth floor. As usual, I sit by the window. However, my heart is a little uneasy. I wonder if the content of the book is not attractive. Or did the chill of autumn steal the desire? Then why not? I want to take a break and give myself a holiday. When I closed the book and opened the window, the air smelled a little damp. Suddenly, I saw a fallen leaf slowly falling from the tree, not so much floating as wandering. It falls in a small range, just like an educated lady swaying her graceful dance, and every step is careful for fear of disturbing the surrounding peace.

It is also like a small umbrella, floating with sex. It didn't give up at all, and there was no sad expression. The whole fall process was so decent and generous. When I was about to land, I looked at you shyly like a girl, trying to win applause wittily. How can I say it has no subtle beauty? I have always been a casual person, and I never care too much about details. This little leaf is so casual and subtle that it washes the soul while being gentle and can alleviate the lack of interest.

It began to light up around, and there were several people on the road. People in China always like to quote classics. Beautiful and accurate sentences and jokes from two thousand years ago can also be used freely in daily life. From this point of view, I can make a big fuss and quote classics. I dare not be melodramatic, but suddenly I think of you standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your windows and you decorated other people's dreams. Yes, the scenery outside the window is panoramic. No matter who is in whose eyes, who is in whose dreams, it doesn't matter, and it won't break this early morning dream.

A girl came along a familiar path, dressed fresh, with a white sweater, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black and white plaid canvas shoes. Walking on the path is leisurely, to be exact, leisurely. There is a beautiful girl on the path in the early morning, and this picture really adds a little vitality. She holds a book in her left hand, probably to enjoy her own world in a corner, and breakfast in her right hand. I don't know what is delicious, but the warm white gas gives people a warm and poor feeling.

I didn't eat breakfast and swallowed several mouthfuls in an instant. Like everyone else, she is eating breakfast while walking, but the movements are very attractive, not gorging, not deliberately artificial, and the posture is just right. She quickened her pace and sat down on the bench by the road. Maybe this is her old friend, who is with her at the same time every day. The color of the bench is not so bright, but it lasts longer. You can imagine a refreshing girl sitting on an antique bench with a book. Needless to say, it is also intoxicating. She read quietly, and I looked at her quietly. It's so pleasant.

The busy morning has begun, and it's time for me to go my own way. Time flies too fast. I am a junior, and I want to leave my time to be beautiful, live every day simply and enjoy the fleeting time quietly.

Excellent prose outside the window 4 outside the window,

The ancient camphor tree propped up a sky.

The sunlight is glazed, but it shines on the atrium impartially. It suddenly occurred to me that what I said in this season seemed to be in such a quiet time. But things have changed.

I can't help but turn over the past, and those accumulated memories suddenly swing away in my heart, leaving me sad.

Without the shackles of time, I still fled in a hurry.

The leaf left the branch and saw it fall to the ground. The woman who was crying because of falling flowers suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Flowers bloom all over the sky. Who has pity when the fragrance dies? "

There was a sigh, sadness or helplessness in my ear,

Facing the falling flowers on the ground and the heart of gurgling water, I sang "Leng Yue Buries Flowers".

Daiyu, a distressing woman, has made me cry many times.

Perhaps, that ending is the most appropriate.

"Under the screen window, I missed it. In the loess, the dark wins."

Does this herald the end of Daiyu? ...

The line of sight is like concealed, and the white figure is pulled for a long time by the sunset. .................

Seeing the trees cast a few shadows and darken the color of spring, I wonder if early summer will be more fanatical.

The blue sky precipitated into a dark color, just like those in the past, and was brewed into a secret by time. Hope is impossible, the last time is buried, hidden in the bottom of my heart, unwilling to give up, but unwilling to think of it.

Shadows are thick, night falls,

The world is more blurred in these four directions. If the world in my eyes had no limits, the scenery in my eyes would be more beautiful now.

Keep your head down ... leave the window.

I just like the quiet early summer outside the window.

An obsession. Just miss it.

The excellent prose outside the window is in midsummer, and the trees are already lush, but this year's cicadas have been singing for a long time. Outside the window are rows of tall poplars. I thought it was a little unreasonable to plant Populus euphratica outside the window. If old Zhi Ming planted a bucket of money, how happy the locust tree center would be.

Perhaps because of time, people have become tolerant. I don't know when a bird's nest was dropped on the tree, and it was safe and sound. I suddenly realized that this stupid thing had life.

One afternoon when cicadas were singing, I was alone in the attic under the windowsill. A wisp of melancholy, a cage of willow smoke, a cloud on the beacon tower. Clouds are particularly strange things. If I hadn't studied physics at the beginning, I would rather understand and write emotionally.

The clouds on Songshan Mountain are sincere dark green, floating into the body of every pine needle and stabbing into the green of wild lily. The clouds and waves in the middle of the lake flow, sometimes on the willows, sometimes hanging on the temples in summer, like the mother's white hair, caring for each other. As for the western cloud, it will always be a pious and sacred incense. Have a cup of tea, put your hands in your heart and hold the lingering beauty in your palm. May life return to peace from now on.

Clouds never know how to be sad. They come and go, they gather and disperse. Never regret it.