1. An essay on the topic of curtains of about 800 words does not require originality, only speed
Thoughts under the Curtains
I seem to have liked curtains since I was a child. .
When I was in kindergarten, I would excitedly move a small bench, struggle to open the curtains and look outside. At that time, the window seemed to be always full of novelties; when I was in middle school, I would put all kinds of things on weekends. My homework was spread out on the table by the window. When I got tired of writing, I would look up. At that time, the window outside the window seemed to be always full of freedom. Now, I put my computer on the window seat of the library. While typing on the keyboard, I would look at Looking into the distance, outside the window at this time, it seems that it is always full of unknowns.
However, no matter what age I am, thinking is always my normal state under the curtain.
The goshawk at the end of the line
I live on the fifth floor, and the window faces a tall building. After the beginning of autumn, I only felt it today. It is refreshing and cool, and the wind plays with the willow's clothes and plays.
I suddenly found an extra goshawk in the sky, and quickly put down the pen I was working on. The eagle hovers in the sky, proudly, flying through the blue clouds with the power of the wind. However, it only flew near the building, which made me a little surprised. After taking a closer look, I discovered that on the top of the building, there was a man in orange-red clothes pulling the thread that kept the goshawk flying. The goshawk was just a paper kite.
Next to the goshawk, a small figure flew past. I don’t know what kind of bird it was, but it was enjoying the autumn mood and the sky freely. It did not have the strong wings of the goshawk, but it was flesh and blood. Really, a happy little bird, I think if the goshawk knew it, he would definitely envy this little figure.
After a while, the goshawk fell on the roof. The man in orange was still struggling to dance the thread in his hand, but I was no longer paying attention to them.
Suddenly I wanted to go out for a walk and enjoy It's the coolness of autumn.
Thoughts on Chong
It was late at night, but I still hadn’t fallen asleep. In the dark room, I sat on the bedside and looked out the window in a daze. I heard the ticking of the clock and the lingering sound of cars passing by. But to me, they are just messy notes in life. I want to break through this busy scene, but I can't find an exit.
Suddenly, I heard several insect chirps, which were clear and sweet, with melodious melody. I began to focus on listening to its singing. Finally, the insect entered the window with a ray of bright moonlight and continued its freedom. A joyful performance. The thin wings spread to the rhythm, and the slender feet danced in the waltz. It came unexpectedly, and I couldn't help but be flattered. I looked at it respectfully and honestly, and suddenly felt that it was far more wonderful to find fun on my own in seemingly ordinary days than to find trouble. Life is made up of so-called repetition and monotony, but every day contains excitement. Just like this little bug, it has found its own happiness. No matter whether it can only play a few unchanging notes, it is enjoying life. At the same time, it was precisely because of its joy that it helped me to be liberated. I laughed unconsciously, laughing at my past stupidity. Then, it noticed me, turned its head, and flew away from the window. A burst of beautiful music came from the distance.
The autumn insects came and went, and after a while of surprise, the room returned to its original state. But my mood has changed. The ticking second hand reminds me to cherish time, and the busy sound of cars announces the development of the city. The thick reference books on the table are the weight of knowledge. I told myself that I would be a person who finds joy in life and would never be weighed down by heaviness. The moonlight fell on my hands like water, and I was intoxicated by its beauty. I used to believe in admiring the moon, but today I understand that appreciating the moon is not done with your eyes, but with your heart.
Four-leaf clover
During a club activity, I accidentally got a handful of four-leaf clover seeds. When I was happy, I found a flower pot and planted them on the windowsill.
Before long, the four-leaf clover grew into a lush patch. I couldn't help but touch them gently with my hands, and a kind of happiness emerged spontaneously.
When I was very young, a few friends and I were squatting in the grass. They were happily looking for four-leaf clovers in the dense green. They said that whoever found them would be lucky. So I started looking for it. My childhood memories were always puzzling. Many fragments remained in my mind and became a kind of nostalgia and entanglement. I remember my partner’s expression of joy after finding the four-leaf clover. I also remember the disappointment of being empty-handed. At that time, I seemed really afraid that I would never be blessed by luck.
Think about it, I have never had any luck along the way. Everything has been achieved step by step. Although the prediction of luck is no longer that important, the shadow of the four-leaf clover has never left my memory.
I know that four-leaf clover is just a unique variation of plants. People in the world always like to attach a mysterious color to rare things. But remember, it is unwise to deliberately pursue things that cannot be grasped. Let nature take its course and be down-to-earth is the truth.
Now I still like four-leaf clover, but I just like it purely. Maybe the four-leaf clover will accompany me throughout my life. Maybe one day it will become a symbol, set on my wedding ring, and become a lifelong reminder.
Seeing the curtains and the world outside the curtains are two worlds separated from each other. The infinity outside the curtains leads to a kind of feeling; the limitation inside the window love also carries a heavy feeling. thick. When I see the curtain, I admire its uniqueness and greatness. However, it will take me a lifetime to understand its inside and out, and I may not be able to fully understand it. 2. Write a 300 essay on the topic of curtains
I love my home
In this happy country full of love and affection. Everyone has a safe haven that is home. To have a happy home, you must accept many tests. Home gives us warmth, happiness, sweetness, and family affection. To me, home is like a rainbow, with seven different colors that change every moment. There are four members in my family, my father, who is the mainstay, my mother who is a member of the inspection team, my brother who is a leisure messenger, and my family is a radio station, and there are endless words to say every day. I come from
Home is a place of relaxation. Whenever I am tired of doing homework or tired of playing games, I have a good sleep on the bed and enter the fairy tale paradise in my dream, the crystal-like palace, and the interesting game world. But the good times do not last long, and I just take a rest. My mother asked me to get up and do my homework. Out of concern for my progress in study, she would sometimes say a few words to me, nag me, and finally peel me an apple to keep me energetic.
Home is not only a gathering place for family affection, but also a school to relieve burdens and worries. On the day when the midterm exam results were released, I was under a lot of pressure because of my failure. On the way home, I was thinking, will it happen again next time? What language should I use to justify my poor performance? Will I get beaten when I get home? I really wish that the way home could be longer, but when I looked up, I had already reached the entrance of the corridor. I was too nervous. My red heart versus my black heart told me: I will give you two good ways. You just need to say that you can take the exam better than me. There are plenty of them, but I’m pretty good at it! The test questions this time are very difficult, and there are many I don’t know. These two sentences will be fine. Hongxin said: You should be realistic and tell your parents the real reason. When I couldn't tell who was right or wrong, I thought of two words that would guide me to the right direction: honesty. So I went home and told my parents what happened. Not only did they not say anything, but they also encouraged me and said: Don't be too sad and try harder next time. After hearing this, I started to cry. A few simple words freed me from the burden in my heart. I secretly told myself: study hard and you will definitely do well in the exam next time.
Home is beautiful, warm and sweet. I love my family! 3. Write an essay based on who will wash the curtains
I have been thinking about washing the curtains for several months, but I have been unable to make the decision because there are too many and bulky fabrics.
I regret that I didn’t consider the trouble of washing the curtains in the first place? I also thought about dry cleaning, but my colleagues unanimously said: How much money will it cost if I just twist it for you? What they said about "twisting them together" resonates most with me, because curtains are no better than clothes and are really not suitable to be twisted together and washed. If the plan is overturned, if you want to feel at ease and save money, you have to worry about it yourself.
Recently, my distant cousin, who has been accompanying her children to take the college entrance examination, found out about this chore. She said that it would be done at our house, as it would be very fast and show off in a big way. Yes, why did I forget to wash the curtains? Her family runs a farmhouse and a hotel, and the natural washing and drying area is amazingly large.
So I decided that my husband was not doing business today. It was laborious work, especially since the living room was three meters and eighty high, so the size of the curtains was naturally imaginable, so some labor was needed. And since each window has two floors, the result is thirty pieces, not counting the stair curtains, of course. 4. A 500-word essay on the topic of curtains that should not be lost
The hope that should not be lost is another midwinter. Lonely snow, lonely snow, falls on my shoulders. Wild rhythm. The wind kept pace with the snow. Whisping, I tightened my clothes and walked into the woods not far from home. Is it cold? I asked myself. Compared with the coldness in my heart, the lingering layer of ice and snow. The haze that troubles me. Everything seems insignificant. The wind and snow pass by, touching my body. The feeling of pleasure, my mind is paralyzed. Look up! The sparse branches and leaves covered half of the sky. It was gray, and there was a feeling of suffocation. The short and noisy birdsong in the forest made people cold, frightened and stunned. I found that the outline of this world was so clear. The long term of life. It depends on whether human beings can go on. It seems to hear a call. In the distant horizon, heaven! Are there so-called angels out there? Is there such a thing as equality? No one can tell me. No one knows! Facing life, I am more helpless than fallen leaves. They fall beside me. By the river... I reach out and grab one! This should be their last stop. Then they landed and reached the end. They looked at the leaves in their hands. They were withered and yellow. The clear lines proved their growth. The ones flying in the air and falling on the ground... This time every year , they will all die young. They prove that they have been here by falling down. They dance with the wind. They will never walk into the grave or the ground in the ordinary way. No one will care about them. Are they humble? No! They also have a great side. I often ask myself, are they just leaves falling? Is it just their lost lives? We can't do anything about their whereabouts, but don't we have a little courage for ourselves? They are the birthplace of hope! They disappeared. They witnessed their brilliance. In the confusion, we touch the darkness. Beyond ourselves, we still break the dream! give up! Just destroy that little bit of thought! Lack of hope! Walking on a bridge. Looking at the river under the bridge. Fear. Darkness. No courage to escape! I only felt that my feet were empty. I woke up from the dream! There should be hope everywhere in life. It will make us study without pressure! It will make us feel relaxed while we are busy! We believe it! When darkness comes! "Hope" will lead us into another glorious world and find our true meaning. 5. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of windows
Time passes quietly like running water, diluting many wonderful things in the memory, but leaving a lonely window.
(The opening title points out that the characteristic of this window is "loneliness.") Every day I pass by the small attic covered with ivy.
I like the ivy on the wall, the naughty little bits of green peeking into the spring; I like the chicness of the green leaves flying away in autumn; I like the unyieldingness of the thin stems that silently endure the winter. Every day I have to look at the ivy on that wall and the closed window surrounded by the ivy.
(This "lonely" window turns out to be hidden among such an alluring ivy. It is full of a mysterious color, which naturally arouses people's curiosity. .The word "bi" in "一bi" is quite appropriate.
"Like that" is a set of parallelism and personification sentences that vividly depicts the characteristics of the ivy, with a bit of symbolic meaning. ) The intricate stems weave the window into a lonely eye, and the gray curtain is like a drop of turbid tears, blocking the bright sunshine outside the window.
(This section uses two very appropriate and expressive metaphors to visualize the loneliness of the window, and give people association and imagination.) Ring the car bell, and a desolate picture appears: gray Behind the curtains, a head of silver hair peeked out, a gray face covered with wrinkles of loneliness, a pair of gloomy eyes searching downstairs, and then full of loneliness, loneliness, sadness and infinite disappointment.
He shook his head, sighed, and slowly closed the old window. (It captures the character's most characteristic appearance, expression and movements extremely skillfully, and creates a vivid and expressive depiction, showing the reader the "loneliness" and "loneliness" of an old man, echoing the first stanza.)
I was surprised by her eyes: how much like grandma's eyes, grandma's eyes are always full of love and peace. (It became more concrete when I connected with my grandmother.)
The setting sun struggled to hold the treetops, as if it was waiting for someone. (Use environmental description to exaggerate a certain atmosphere.)
Ring the car bell again, send a greeting smile to the old man who opened the window, and spread a touch of youthful enthusiasm. Without any words, a window has opened.
Smiles and *** have become the old man’s and my daily expectations. (What a gratifying car ***, what a caring woman, what a poetic and picturesque scene!) One weekend, it suddenly started to rain heavily.
As promised, a kind voice came from the phone call: "Child, come in and take shelter from the rain." When I walked into the small building, the old man lovingly wiped the rain off my head: "It's wet. Right? ""No, thank you, grandma."
"Good boy, be good...let grandma take a look..." The old man actually sobbed. "My granddaughter is as tall as you... She is busy studying and hasn't seen me for two years.
My son and daughter-in-law are busy with business, and they only called me during the Chinese New Year... Good boy, come and accompany me when you are free. Let me talk, okay?" The old man's lonely eyes were shining. (What opens is not only a window, but also a floodgate of love. Whether it flows in from the window or floats out from the window, it is the most precious and deep love in the world! However, from it, as a child Did we get any enlightenment?) Nod, giving the old man some comfort and hope.
(What a simple request and hope! How could we be so stingy?) Cut a beautiful curtain, change the old man's gray mood, and let the bright sunshine warm the old man's heart. (Beautiful wishes require each of us to use subtle actions to practice and fulfill... This is our responsibility as children, and it is also the unshirkable responsibility of the whole society.)
General comments: The full text is smooth in ideas, The conception is ingenious and natural, the description is vivid and detailed, the image is lifelike and expressive, blending into the scene. The connotation is full of contemporary significance, the theme is clear and hidden, and it is relatively subtle and restrained. What I especially appreciate is the successful description of this article and the idea of ??flowing down naturally and smoothly like water in a stream. 6. Write an essay based on who will wash the curtains
I have been thinking about washing the curtains for several months, but I have been unable to make the decision because there are too many and bulky fabrics.
I regret that I didn’t consider the trouble of washing the curtains in the first place? I also thought about dry cleaning, but my colleagues unanimously said: How much money will it cost if I just twist it for you? What they said about "twisting them together" resonates most with me, because curtains are no better than clothes and are really not suitable to be twisted together and washed. If the plan is overturned, if you want to feel at ease and save money, you have to worry about it yourself.
Recently, my distant cousin, who has been accompanying her children to take the college entrance examination, found out about this chore. She said that it would be done at our house, as it would be very fast and show off in a big way. Yes, why did I forget to wash the curtains? Her family runs a farmhouse and a hotel, and the natural washing and drying area is amazingly large.
So I decided that my husband was not doing business today. It was laborious work, especially since the living room was three meters and eighty high, so the size of the curtains was naturally imaginable, so some labor was needed. And since each window has two floors, the result is thirty pieces, not counting the stair curtains, of course. 7. An essay on the topic of "window"
Under the window
Under the window, I looked at the cloudless sky.
The wings of fantasy soared into the sky, bathed in the sunshine, and flew far away into the boundless blue.
I once had the heart of a child, riding a windboat across the sea of ??clouds to explore the mysteries of the universe. There is a wonderful world on the other side of Hongqiao, and the palace in the middle of the moon is made of precious jade. And on the couch in the small courtyard in the summer evening, I dreamed of reaching for the stars more than once.
Later I would like to lie on my back alone on the grass, pillowed on the green bushes, staring at the sky, shooting arrows of yearning for the free and spacious world.
Once I went up to a dangerous building alone. It was just after the snow in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunlight was thin, the cold was biting, and the celestial bodies were as vast as the infinite. Looking at the white-topped mountains in the suburbs, standing proudly around them; looking down at the densely packed houses and streets in the city, crowded with a bunch of people who are up and down, a meaningless sigh arises spontaneously. Suddenly, a red balloon with a broken thread soared from a nearby store. I watched it go straight into space, then flutter and fly outside the city, getting farther and smaller, until finally even the small gray dot like dust disappeared from the sky. disappear from sight. My unruly soul was attracted by it, and I felt that the world was vast, but I was nowhere to be found.
I also chased away angry clouds, looked forward to the coming storm, and imitated the dance of petrels.
I also groped in the dark night like paint, with no wind, no stars, and no moon. In the distance, there is the mysterious and sad hoot of an owl, which floats in and out like a wisp of hair. So I was trembling all over, threatened by the fear of the end of the world...
Who can imagine what a world without the sun would be like!
I have made two pictures with the colored pens of my imagination. One is a dark prison, with black walls and black breath. The iron chains were like big black snakes, coiled lazily at the feet of the prisoners. The narrow iron window framed a skinny face, staring blankly at a corner of the sky. The other picture is of a small building, a quiet and bright room, with willow silk hanging as low as a curtain, covering a window of silence. There is a girl leaning on the railing, searching for the lost joy in the white clouds of (AIDAI). She holds her head high, like a mermaid at sea, and crystal beads are scattered from her ivory cheeks.
Fate befalls the unfortunate people, but the seeds of hope are still pregnant in people's hearts, growing new life. For those who have lost their light, there is still the spring sun dancing on the earth outside the iron threshold; for those who have lost their love, there is still vast and boundless warmth in the world. - "The will to live": this is the clumsy inscription I imagined for this painting.
The majestic atmosphere surrounding the earth once amazed the ancients at the vast "big article"; we also know that it is the source of life for all living things. But once the emblem of the motherland was removed from this city, the misfortune of the slaves made people bow their heads forever, no longer daring to look up at the crystal clear sky. People who occasionally look at the sky from the window can't help but feel sad like a prisoner.
Imagine how magnificent it is under the golden sunshine. Mountains, rivers, and fields are the masterpieces of the Creator! The palace in the North is majestic, and there are white doves at the top of the ancient city. They flap their bright wings in the blue sky, and the dove bells scatter a peaceful and beautiful song. But what now hangs over these scenes is the shadow of humiliation caused by the invasion of foreign races.
The devil transformed into a gray dragonfly, spitting out the poisonous curse of (HUANG HUANG), and flew closer from the distance.
I hold my head high, with a lot of thoughts and a heavy heart. ——I dream of a carnival day, with torches filling the city, singing everywhere, pedestrians with arms raised and chests raised all over the street... 8. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of the window inside and outside the window
Time is like water, diluting many of the glitz in memory, leaving a lonely window...
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Every day I have to pass that old building covered with ivy. Small building.
I like that wall climber
Tiger. I like the little green spots, peeking into the mischief of spring; I like the dry *** pieces, flying and sending them
The free and easy autumn; I like the brown stems, silent and unyielding in winter. Every day I have to look at the ivy on the wall and the mottled and closed window framed by the ivy.
The intricate stems weave the mottled windows into a pair of lonely eyes, and the gray curtains are hung like a drop of turbid tears, blocking the colorful sunshine outside the window.
Dusk. The setting sun hangs lonely on the thin branches, and the bleak west wind blows lonelyly
As it rolls across the light road, a wall of trembling yellow leaves pulls out the feelings in my heart: I really want to see this building
's owner.
Ringing the car bell revealed a melancholy close-up: a head of gray hair peeked out from behind the gray curtains, and a gray face covered with wrinkles of loneliness, writing Eyes full of longing, surprise, and hidden sadness
searched downstairs, and were soon filled with loneliness, sadness, and hopelessness. Chi
shook his head bluntly, took a breath, and slowly closed the mottled window.
I was surprised by the look in her eyes: Grandma’s eyes are always full of love, peace and indifference
The setting sun held the thin branches with pains, as if waiting for someone. The lonely and hopeless eyes hurt the young and affectionate heart. Ring the car bell again, wave to the old man who opens the window, and send a greeting smile
Sprinkle a touch of youthful enthusiasm and hold on to the falling sunset.
Without any words, a window has opened. *** and smiles have become what the old man and I look forward to every day.
On a snowy weekend, as promised, an old and soft voice floated in: "
My child, come in to avoid the blood." The old man's smile melted. Flying snow. Walking into the small building,
the old man lovingly stroked the snow off my body; "I'm freezing, kid."
"No, thank you, grandma!" I held on elder.
"Good boy, be good...let grandma take a good look at it." The old man actually sobbed. The small building
was very cold, and the bed covered with electric blankets was still cold. The snow outside the window is accompanied by the lonely voice of the old man.
It is floating lonely, as if it is greeted by Ma Zhiyuan's little order.
"My granddaughter is as tall as you. She is busy studying and hasn't seen me for two years...Son
My wife is busy with business and only called me during the Chinese New Year... ”
“My child, grandma is lacking everything, but she feels empty in her heart. I miss my granddaughter and my son.
My child, please come and talk to me when you have time.” , okay?" he begged with his turbid eyes flashing. He nodded, giving the lonely old man comfort and hope. Cut a bright curtain
to change the old man's gray mood and let the colorful sunshine warm his heart; fold a bunch of colorful wind chimes
and hang them in front of the mottled window. , call a ivy and let spring come in.
Don’t let the elderly get too lonely.