The little yellow flowers outside the window are blooming again. Day after day, I really look forward to that beauty. I hold my hand and point out: I am five years old this year! I no longer need my mother's support, and my father blows cold rice; I will never dirty my clothes and break the stems of small flowers again. I know, I've grown up! Open my surprised eyes and peep at the world. I found the sky is blue and the clouds are white. I am very happy.
The willows outside the window are tall, green and oily. The afterglow of the sunset is scattered on the willow tree like metal. The breeze blows gently, and the willow branches dance with the wind. Yes, one last dance, I sat quietly on the stool without saying a word. I am fifteen years old.
For ten years since I can remember, every morning, I looked out of the window and the world was blue. At noon, sparrows fall on the windowsill to enjoy the cool; At night, the stars twinkle at the window. I watched the flowers bloom and fall again and again, and I watched the sunrise and sunset again and again. The world outside the window is beautiful, but the harmony inside the window is still important. No matter who has seen the scenery outside the window, he will go back to the house. The scenery in the room remains unchanged, with white walls, red desk lamps and green tea cups. You know, whether you are happy or miserable, lively or lonely outside the window, it is the room that can comfort and care for you after all. Think about it. Will you find that it is the warm light from the red desk lamp that accompanies you late into the night? What moistens your thirsty throat is the fragrance in the green tea cup; Or that white wall gives you inner peace, harmony and indifference. Even if the little yellow flowers outside the window are expected again, they will eventually wither in regret; Even if the dancing of the green willows outside the window is beautiful, I can't help the roar of winter snow. From the age of five to fifteen, I look forward to the world outside the window. The most peaceful and happiest thing is the parents' eyes.
Yes, the scenery outside the window is beautiful, but the eyes inside the window are still warm.
It is human nature that the outside world is wonderful, but this candidate is different from ordinary people-the scenery outside the window is beautiful, but the eyes inside the window are still warm. With beautiful and fluent language, I expressed my attachment to a warm home and explained the simple and natural fatherly love and maternal love.
Editor's note: It would be nice to have a window like what I think. Or, I have a window like that in my heart. Let's take a look at this "such a window".
There is such a window in my mind, and the window lattice is dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset, which gives me such inspiration.
Big French window with deep purple. I must have cleaned the glass. Pushing open the window is my little garden. There is a quiet path outside the garden, and small trees grow freely on both sides of the path.
Spring has come, and the flowers in the garden are scrambling to bloom together. In a flash, the garden was full of colorful flowers: purple lavender, black Datura, black flowers on the other side, blue enchantress, white wintersweet and so on. Petals were touched by dew, birds chirped back from the south, and the quiet grove immediately became a paradise for birds. I walked out of the yard slowly, and the birds suddenly became quiet. I learned a bird song or two, and magically took out a meter from my pocket and spread it forward. The birds scrambled for food.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Hey, it's raining. The rain kept beating on the French window and invited me out to play, but I just looked out the window quietly. The flowers in the yard know that they are experiencing the test of spring rain and still stand proudly in the wind and rain. From time to time, there are a few birdsongs, like accompaniment. It is so comfortable to feel wonderful music in this silent forest.
Put several cabinets of books, a desk and a vase on the French window. There are some wintersweet in the vase. The flowers in the bottle are constantly changing with the seasons: tulips, roses, small wild chrysanthemums ... and there are several plates of fresh fruit on the table from time to time. In my spare time, I will take some books and sit at the table and read them, always forgetting the time.
I put on a mysterious black curtain and thought, "I have an appointment not to come after midnight, so I will knock the chess pieces in the snuff."
If only there were such a window. Or, I have a window like that in my heart.
Please give me a pen. I want to describe the night sky outside the window. This is just an ordinary window. Although it is so ordinary, it is not decorated with silver baskets in Phnom Penh, but through it, you can hear the tranquility that you have never had during the day, and you can overlook the portrayal of a better life ... The wind quietly pushes it away and opens the window of the soul. There is no sunshine, but it is clear. There is no rain and dew, but it is cool.
There are stars outside the window, and the night scene is charming. In the deep blue sky, the stars are like diamonds, spilling millions of silver ashes. The moonlight is as bright as a piece of white jade, a glittering and translucent white jade, embedded in the boundless night sky. How beautiful. We breathed the filtered clean air and saw the soft white gauze on the epiphyllum ... everything was shrouded in the hazy moonlight. The grass is green, and the middle of the month seems to stretch for a long time, but it is silent. In the dead of night, the night is like a sleeping baby, an unpolluted forest. The sky is the blue that Picasso just painted, and it still keeps moisture, evaporating in a pure land, carefully nourishing every sleeping creature on the still soil, including our hearts and our thoughts. I like the night, when the fresh wind dances. I love the night, it has a unique peace. I like the night, this is my own world. ...
I enjoy its unique beauty at night and occupy my heart. The silence of the night is like a mother sitting in a cradle, humming a lullaby. At night, how can I turn myself into a star and enjoy the beauty you bring?
The wind dances gently and the green leaves sing. The stars stared at the distance. I can't find leisure in the morning, but now I sneak out and hide behind the moon. My heart is smiling, and I write down my diary with laughter.
The night is really beautiful. Even if I use up the most gorgeous words in the universe, I just embellish its beauty.
Close the window, the breeze remains, tonight may be ordinary, but it is beautiful.
In a blink of an eye, time slips through our fingers, and we will end our six-year primary school life. Recalling that we have grown from those naive "little beans" to mature men, the happy life of primary school is fixed in my heart like a movie.
Looking at those beautiful ones, I will never forget them for six years. I can't forget everyone playing "catching the ball" hand in hand, and sweet laughter echoed on the floor; I can't forget to hold a reading contest. Lang Lang's reading voice spread all over the country. I can't forget that in the flea market, buyers and sellers bargain with each other, and the sound of transactions is endless; I can't forget the happy scene of everyone singing heartily at the get-together; I can't forget the touching scene that someone was injured, and everyone helped him and took care of him. I can't forget the heroic spirit of each class struggling hard and winning the first place in triathlon; I can't forget that in the debate we held, the pros and cons were angry and unyielding ... how many "unforgettable" words could not be said for six years, and how many "unforgettable" words could not be said for us! Here, I want to say to my classmates: "Students, bless you, our friendship will last forever!" " "
The dribs and drabs of these six years seem to be rippling in my mind. Good persuasion, tireless classmates and colorful activities will always be the best memories of primary school. I hope everyone can make further progress in the new group and new school and repay their efforts with excellent results!
The window of my house is very old, covered with dust, and the passage of time has left countless traces on it, just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes and is sophisticated.
Open the window and walk into its inner world. The most conspicuous is the brown-gray, clean street, which is different from the opposite window, and some are covered with dust; Some are as clean as new; Some still hang colorful curtains. There must be many interesting people living in the room in the window!
Walking into the window and looking to the left, there are many pedestrians walking freely, some pushing strollers; Some talk and laugh; Others are listening to music. Several tall buildings in the distance blocked my view. Through them, I seem to see rolling mountains, trickling rivers and green trees.
Turning to the right, I saw a row of parking spaces in front of the warehouse full of cars. It seems that they haven't been driven away for a long time, and they are covered with a thick layer of leaves and small Kobanawa fruits. There is a row of trees in front of the parking space. They all grow tall and strong, very lush. Sunlight penetrates the leaves and scatters mottled shadows. As long as there is a breeze, the full green leaves will rustle.
Looking up, not the blue sky, is boundless, and countless hands can't cover it. High above, white clouds come and go, floating freely. I seem to be a cloud, drifting across the sea and desert, feeling the blue of the sea and the vastness of the desert.
As soon as the sun shines, the cicada's cry will be clearly embedded in the ear frame. Look around, but it's not the cicada on that tree.
Although the window of my house is very old, its heart is full of childlike innocence, so beautiful and rich.
The world outside the window, whether it is graceful willows or delicate and touching flowers; Whether it's pedestrians in a hurry or still white clouds, everything outside the window is so beautiful.
An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening. When the night sky gradually woke up and everything was still asleep, I quietly opened the window, and the veil-like mist enveloped Jiangcheng, which had an illusory beauty! Soon after, the sun rose slowly from the east, sparingly plating the sun on the edge of those dark clouds. The sun leaned lazily. I wonder if he didn't wake up or something. Although only a faint light, but still so warm, so warm.
"Timely and appropriate self-encouragement; Time waits for no one. " At noon, the sun filled the whole earth, bringing out an atmosphere full of joy. The sun has already refreshed, the willows by the river stand upright, and the green branches show the vitality of spring. The originally deserted streets are also bustling. Frolicking, noise and laughter are endless. The atmosphere is even hotter than the sun. Who says the afternoon is quiet, and it can also be full of laughter?
"10,000 years is too long, just seize the day." As night falls, only the waning moon in the sky shoots a few dim moonlight rays, and those stars are only like fireflies, and they can vaguely see a little light. But it is this scene that has a different temperament. There is no implication in the morning, no enthusiasm at noon, no softness of the sunset … but she is still lovely. Make a cup of fragrant tea and watch the aura of fog and bright moon condense in your heart. Although there are only a few small, dim starlight and waning moon hanging in the deep blue sky, in my heart, she is so shining. Although they only have a few friends to accompany them, none of them flinched, and their efforts made the sky show the most beautiful light.
Ah! It turns out that the world outside the window is so beautiful, but why have I never found her? Maybe I didn't pay attention, or there are too many trivial things that I disdain? But anyway, I understand now. The world outside the window is so attractive that I can't help feeling annoyed: I wish I had found her earlier! The world outside the window is so charming!
This morning, after I got up, I opened the curtains and felt it was gray outside, like a fog. Mother said, "That's because the window is dirty. Just wipe it later. " Cleaning the windows? ! Great! Didn't the teacher ask us to help our parents do more housework? I volunteered to say; "I'll wipe it for you later!"
After breakfast, I put a bucket of water under the window, found two towels, soaked one in the bucket, then wrung it out and wiped it on the window from top to bottom in order. Wipe the front first, then the back, and then wipe the border around the window. After the watermark on the window dried a little, I wiped it up and down in order with a dry cloth, and the window was much brighter than before. I thought: cleaning windows is as simple as that!
But when all the watermarks on the window dried up, I looked, alas! The window was a mess and became a big painted face. what can I do?
Just when I was worried, my mother came with a newspaper. I saw my mother rubbing the newspaper hard and handing it to me and saying, "Try it." How about the newspaper? I tried to wipe it with the newspaper with doubt. I wiped it left and right, but the watermark on the window still won't come off. Alas, cleaning the windows is so troublesome! I was relieved at once. I said to my mother, "I can't wash it clean." You'd better clean it yourself. " My mother came up to me and said, "You should finish what you started, don't give up halfway, use your head to find a way." I saw my mother take a few breaths at the window and wipe it hard with the newspaper. Ah! If the window is bright and clean, crystal clear! I wiped it like my mother did. It seems that doing housework is not as simple as I thought. There are many tips here! In the future, I will learn more about housework from my mother and help her reduce the burden.
Standing in front of the window, watching the gray window become clean and the sun shining into the bedroom through the bright window, I smiled happily.
In August, the window is the topic of composition, which shines faintly on the quiet blue lake. As if, covered with cicada gauze ... when is it? Thousands of years of laughter and sadness are displayed on the lake. Now, the half-closed quiet window ...
-Preface
Looking back on the Millennium, talking and laughing. Perhaps, there was once a gentle woman named Daiyu who cried silently at the window, and the window replied,' Who did he know when he was buried?' Perhaps, it used to be' the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers!' The window, half closed. For thousands of years, the window buried deep in a woman's heart has always been closed.
On the crystal hairpin, the pen writes the history of history. Even though Yuhuan danced on a silver plate, tears came to my heart. But what about Rufu?
That window, which is chained by thousands of chains, still can't be pushed open.
The lake is rippling with clear waves ... when a woman is looking for a promise in her heart, when the moon is full, the windows in all women's hearts dance like butterflies and will be touched slightly. Can flow like a dream. Window, mercilessly beaten by rain, if raindrops print tears, cherry blossoms all over the sky outside the window. ...
I want to ask the shutter man, but Haitang is still there. Yarn wants to wander in the wind all her life. But there are thousands of thoughts, but "With the Wind Until Yelangxi" has shocked my life. ...
Looking back, I burst into tears. Residual lotus smoke willow, Luo Dai green tile, tears in front of the window. Call me now. If the window is open, you should go to the rose fantasy house. Window, when you see how many women in ancient and modern times are in tears, will you also feel sad secretly? Sigh for the infatuation of women!
The lotus fairy is in full bloom at the window. How many soft tears are there in the water in the pool?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence? Red and green gauze scattered in the wind, beside the window lattice, sighing the fate of dust. ...
-P.S.
I gently pushed open a window, and the scene outside the window shocked me. In the afternoon, the sun shines on the earth, the branches swing gently, and then a few golden leaves fall. The cool autumn wind makes me feel very comfortable. There are several sunflowers standing beside the golden rice fields. The golden color makes me feel hope. Bees and butterflies are playing on the ear of rice, and there are no weeds on the edge of the ground.
There is also a pond next to the rice field. The pond is very big, and the fish are swimming around in the water. It looks very comfortable. There are still some lotus flowers standing upright on the water. Looking at Bai Lianhua, I can't help but think of the famous sentence "The mud is not stained, and there is no demon in the ripple". Look carefully at the bottom of the pool, blue sky, white clouds, aquatic plants and fish. It's really beautiful!
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fresh air outside the window with joy. I breathe hard, as if afraid that the air will "run away".
When I opened my eyes, I didn't know when a small house appeared in the middle of the paddy field outside the window. There are several curved shelves in front of the house, surrounded by vines and morning glory vines. In front of the house, several old people are sitting and chatting. Their faces are so calm. The sound of naughty children playing came from time to time behind the house. Men and women in the rice fields are slowly harvesting crops. The happy expression on their faces cannot be expressed in words. Everything is so calm. I envy them, and I yearn for "the world outside the window". So I closed my eyes and immersed myself in this happiness.
Open your eyes, and what you see outside the window is no longer such a calm scene. The car is stuck in the road, and the exhaust and smoke make people smell uncomfortable. The world outside the window is dusty, and men and women are vying for buses.
I closed the window in disappointment.
I won't tell anyone about the scene I met that day, and I will keep it a secret forever.
Writing on the topic of window 10 Time is gone forever. It's been six years in a blink of an eye, and I'm about to graduate from primary school. How can a classmate and friend of six years forget?
In my memory, students have their own characteristics, and everyone is unique. In our class, you may see a person with poor eyes, that is Heng. His eyes are very small, so we gave him an interesting name: Yan, especially when he laughs, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and his unique laughter "gnome male-".
When you walk into our classroom, if you meet a "hardworking coolie", it is Liu Yang. He is a warm-hearted man and often helps others. There are always a few drops of sweat hanging on his frost dragon, but he doesn't complain. He often wears his own ""on his face, revealing all his white teeth and gums, especially those rabbit front teeth. Speaking of composition, his smile is better than "smile", but his enthusiasm can make people feel warm and enthusiastic even in winter.
Next, I will introduce Liu, a great calligrapher in our class. His handwriting is earth-shattering and makes people cry. His handwriting is very beautiful. In his hometown, Mars is the best handwriting, and everyone praises a Chinese odyssey. As long as he writes, all the teachers can look good, so we have to have an enterprise translate his Martians, and finally invite his parents to enjoy his calligraphy together. Nevertheless, he still has many friends. Because he is brave, he will help others when they are in trouble, share weal and woe, help friends when they are in trouble and do his best, so people like to be friends with him.
Life is like a bus, some people get on and off, some people have joys and sorrows, and the months are sunny and short. I will graduate soon. How can I become these partners, this lovely class group?
I want a window of my own.
The faint spring breeze outside brings me such inspiration.
On the balcony at home, I can only see the building flush with me through the window, which makes my vision short.
It seems that only blinds are the best for me. White blinds will make my mind more pure. Whenever the blinds are closed, my lively and lovely grandson is rejected by me; As soon as the blinds are opened, the sunshine will come in quietly through the cracks, and those fine and broken shadows will shine into the room, just like the stars in the sky, so dazzling.
In the morning, the blinds always prevent the sun from disturbing my sleep until I wake up. I carefully opened my eyes and squatted on the windowsill to enjoy another world outside the window. Maybe when I lower my head, I will see weeping willows on the river bank. Her braids are long enough to touch the water. When the spring breeze blows, it will fill the water with microwaves. Maybe, I will notice the spray from the fountain in the pool. Shui Ying, who is tall and who is low, will certainly emerge as a staff officer.
At noon, perhaps the sun that had just had lunch began to emit heat again. As long as you are behind the blinds, you can still feel the coolness brought by the blinds.
Never turn on the light at night, or it will drive away the true colors of the night. Through the gap, you may see a piece of green grass downstairs, and occasionally you will see a few colorful flowers, which will definitely engrave tiny impressions and memories in your heart; Perhaps, there will be a few twittering birds leisurely jumping over my sight, perhaps, only three or four.
If only I had a window like this! With such a window, such a scene is equivalent to having a good impression.
I like this window.
This is a window in my room, through which I can see many things and have a good time.
In spring, through this window, I saw grass sneaking out of the soil, and all the flowers were in full bloom. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers. Jiang Chaoan, a bird, is happy among flowers and leaves. Call friends to show off their crisp voice and sing euphemistic songs. Farmers are busy in the fields, and children are rolling on the grass, playing football and playing hide and seek.
In summer, looking out through the window, the trees block the scorching sun with dense branches and leaves, giving people a thick shade. The grass is greener, one by one, and the tall and straight body makes summer green. "A family is twice as busy in May", and farmers in the fields are always busy in summer. Not only the weather has changed, but also the crops have changed.
In autumn, looking out of the window, the flowers wither, but "falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud will protect the flowers more", and its withering is for the sake of being more beautiful in the coming year. Leaves fall one after another like flying yellow disks, but they return to their mother's arms. The life of childbirth has come to an end, but it's almost enough to die without regret and come out to sing for a summer. The heavy fruit appeared at the top of the tree and bent it. The farmers in the field are full of smiles, because this is a harvest season, and their hearts are full of joy.
In winter, first look out the window, it was white, the earth was covered with snow, and everything was covered with a thick coat. I slept comfortably below and had a beautiful dream. Everything is quiet, but the children can't stand loneliness. Calling friends for snowball fights, making snowmen and snowballs in the snow have added some vitality to the earth. If there is a poet in this matter, he will definitely sing a few songs.
Through this window, it brings me a lot of happiness. When I am sad, seeing this window will remind me of happy things; When I am anxious again, seeing the window will bring me a calm heart; When I am tired, seeing the window will relax me.
I like this window.
Writing on the topic of windows 13 grandma loves windows.
I like grandma's window.
I lived with my grandmother when I was a child. I deeply remember that my grandmother's house only had a pair of small windows with one direction open, but they filled my whole childhood.
Grandma likes windows for no reason. Grandma once said that my grandfather made the wooden frame of the window for her. The choice of good wood is naturally love.
In spring, grandma's window is booming. It is covered with red festive graphics, all cut by grandma. Every gesture and posture of the character is the result of grandma every night. Grandpa often worries about her: "Isn't it just a window?" Just ask the paper-cutting master for help? " Grandma just smiled and said, "Do it yourself, after all, it is your own window."
Now, I vaguely remember my grandmother smiling when she was wearing a stick grille.
In summer, the windows look brand-new. Grandma carefully tore off the window grilles, gently peeled off the leaves with beautiful stripes she saw while walking on the eaves of the window twice with special adhesive, then quickly rubbed them evenly with her hands, and then immediately stuck the leaves on the eaves, and a work of art was completed. Grandma's leaves are not only beautiful, but also very thin, so thin that light can penetrate, so whenever toxic sunlight shines in, the floor of the house will appear beautiful green, which makes people feel cool.
When autumn approaches winter, grandma will unload the green leaves and prepare to keep them warm. The so-called warmth is to brush a layer of Baiyao on the window frame. This white potion was not available in the village, so grandma had to go to the city to buy it herself. Grandma doesn't like to disturb others, especially her children. After "keeping warm", grandma knitted a thin white yarn for the window and stuck it on the window. The sunlight hit the window, leaving a diffuse halo on the ground. At that time, I liked to jump around under this aura. Grandma sometimes looks at me, sometimes at the window, with a kind and happy smile on her face.
Now, we have moved into a new house. Grandma has been reluctant to leave her hometown, so we followed her and said goodbye to her and her window.
In front of us are cold French windows.
I always feel something is missing than before.
No love.
Everyone has his own room, and each room has a door and a small window. When we walk into a small room, we are all used to opening that small window. Facing life, we should also open a window, either bright and colorful, natural and harmonious, or the window that leads to the desire for success. Let sunshine, beautiful scenery, cool breeze, thoughts, moods and ideals live forever with the bright moon outside the window and fly with the birds outside the window. ...
Open the bright and colorful windows to make the dark room bright, the cold heart warm and the blank thoughts colorful. Sunlight will bring light and warmth. Relatives around you care about you, and friends far away care about you. They are sunshine. Open the window! Let the sunshine in, and you will find that the sunshine is so beautiful. When the confused thoughts suddenly become numb or even a blank sheet of paper, open the window! The colorful scenery outside the window will make your mind present a beautiful picture.
Open a natural and harmonious window and feel the value of nature. The breeze is mixed with flowers, birds ride on white clouds, the sun swims in the blue sky, fish dances in the water ... "Hoo", the window is closed, there are no flowers, birds, blue sky and fish in Qingxi ... No, open the window, let everything come back and let nature and human beings * *.
Open a window to the ideal, such as opening the treasure house of wisdom, entering the ocean of knowledge, climbing the roof of the world, let our hearts swim outside the wilderness, let our ideals sublimate in the climbing, let us find our own treasure in the treasure house, let us find the navigation mark in the ocean of knowledge, and let us shout on the roof of the world: open a window!
The window belongs to everyone. When we open the window, we will find many things, about relatives and friends, about nature, about the world, about ourselves. I would like to open a window, I would like to appreciate the significance of the window, so that the window will always be open and my heart will always be bright.
Writing on the topic of window 15 When the sun sets, the last trace is erased by the night. "Drop by drop, drop by drop, drop by drop." At this time, the rain came quietly.
It's not very dark. You can see every rare star, every flower, every building and every drop of rain clearly. I was imprisoned in this room like a prisoner, staring out the window. The drizzle is like seeds scattered all over the earth, scattered in the hearts of every child who wants to play. My heart is a little heavy again.
Just look at the rain, it's not very dark anyway, I thought. Rain is falling all as if I could hear my heartbeat and rushed towards my window, "one by one", and the goldfish in the jar jumped out of the water in shock.
The sky is hazy, and everything is grateful for the long drought. Flowers and plants stand up their flexible bodies and suck the rain greedily. Frogs stood by the pond and sang loudly, as if celebrating the hard-won rain. At this moment, I felt the artistic conception of "listening to frogs". Rare stars shine with dazzling light. In the clear sky, the starlight is reflected on the crystal clear rain beads and gradually disappears in the visible place. The rain not only didn't add loneliness to people, but added some vitality.
Tomorrow will be full of hope, right? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Tomorrow, it will be full of laughter and smiling faces of children! I firmly believe!