The hands of the clock turned unhurriedly inside the clock, and the regular ticking sound kept ringing, accompanied by the sound of the pen flying on the paper rubbing, I finished writing another page of exercises. Outside the window, the rain is still falling.
Put down the pen, holding a cup of hot coffee, I looked out the window. It is a rainy night, a dark, very far away there are a few street lamps lit alone.
Such a night will make people have a lot of sadness. I was thinking about how good I need to be to get into Nankai University, and how hard I need to work to go to Shanghai. For me, there is more than meets the eye outside the window, I seem to be able to see the door of Nankai University, and as if I can look at the whole neon lights of Shanghai.
I asked myself, "Are you perfect enough? The current you, can support their own dreams? The answer is no. In that good university, there must be a lot of good people, want to go to the people must be more, like me such as ordinary to can not be ordinary people, maybe it is to fight for it. There are still more than four years I can run to their own future, the anticipation of the future is not sure of the worry, and then is the next brand new future, after graduating from the university, I want to go to Shanghai to work, all this will be in accordance with the development of what I want?
Outside, the rain stopped and the streetlights in the distance became brighter. I'm not sure why I forgot to plan my life this way, but it's probably just an obsession. I don't know when the "Nankai" "Magic City" became my motivation to study hard. This is the goal, is the direction of my efforts, is the future I can desperately run to.
When I was thinking seriously, the rain stopped, the coffee ran out, and it was time to continue studying.
Picked up the pen, I looked up again and looked out the window, outside the window is the night, is the motivation, is the future; inside the house is the book, is the persistence, is the full force of the window to run.
I like to look out the window, which has become a habit of mine, and continues to this day, still often look out the window to daze, others laughed at me too crazy, I laughed at others to look away.
When I first went to school, I already like to look out the window, because it was still small, and the first time to go to school, the surrounding environment is very strange, feel very shy, look out the window can make me feel at ease. With the growth of age, the character is more and more cheerful, become bold and people around to talk, but like to look out of the window has not changed, perhaps it is already accustomed to, or perhaps it is ......
Happy, I like to look out of the window, because it allows me to feel more relaxed and happy; encountered disturbing things, I like to look out of the window, because it See the leaves rustle, I will be associated with the welcome of the spring girl's song ...... When the exam is good, I will still look out the window, looking at the vast blue sky, which is associated with the universe, the knowledge of the infinite, and tell yourself: "to work hard, to ensure that the next exam is good. " When the test is not good, I will also look out the window, look at the distant mountains, look at the houses and a small corner of the sky, to encourage themselves to say: "victory is not proud, defeat is not discouraged, a failure does not matter, to strive for the next success on the line." Lazy time, is still looking out the window, saw a few birds fly by, startled to remember Zhu Ziqing's prose >: swallows go, there is a time to come back; willow withered, there is a time to green; peach blossom thankful, there is a time to open again. But tell me, wise one, why do our days never return? --Someone has stolen them: who is it? And where were they hidden? They have fled: where are they now? Pull yourself together at once and read ......
In this way, looking out the window has become a part of my life, although I don't know whether this habit is good or bad, but I still hope that my friends can try it, and maybe it will bring you more harvest.
Essay 3 on the topic of windowThat day, just after the results were announced, I learned that the results were a drop in the bucket, and my mood fell to the abyss. After school, carrying a heavy schoolbag slowly approaching home. Dark clouds, the sky is raining, in this rainy darkness, a helpless, sad mood in front of my eyes swaying know. In the end, tears flowed out of my face, and the rain sprinkled on my face, so I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears. I sat helplessly on the ground, losing my voice in agony. Suddenly, a familiar speaking voice reached my ears, "Sister, what happened? Why are you sitting here?" I didn't say anything at the time, looked up and rushed into my brother's arms and cried. When my brother found out that my grades were falling apart, he tried to find ways to comfort me.
I still remember the words that made me gradually stop crying were - as long as you have hope, there is no place you can't get to, no dream you can't realize! My brother's words piqued my interest and listened to him very patiently." Hope is like a box of chocolate candies, it is full of imagination; occasionally it is a phone number that cannot be dialed, try a few more times and it will always answer. Even if the sky is higher so what? If you stand on your tiptoes, you are closer to the sun! Hope&hllip;&hllip;" With my brother's words, I unknowingly fell asleep in my brother's embrace. When I woke up, I was already in my room.
Through the window, I saw the hope, saw my brother to cheer me smile, but also as if I saw the precious words - as long as you have hope, there is no place that can not be reached, there is no dream that can not be realized! In the future, I will do: optimistic and calm in the face of setbacks, strong and smiling in the face of difficulties! I wish you all the best, brother, from afar!
The beauty of the window is mesmerizing.
A few birds flying around, to the originally empty and vast sky added a few points of life. However, at this time, I do not have any interest in paying attention to these. In yesterday's math competition, I regrettably won the third prize. In the past, the competition so easy for me, but a serious loss, think of this, my heart suddenly feel very bad taste.
As I was thinking, suddenly the sky darkened. I looked up and looked out the window. Only to see that the sky at this time, as my annoying mood, was covered by dark clouds. The sky is dark, from the dark clouds, from time to time, also came a burst of "rumbling" sound of thunder. It shook my heart and made me feel a subtle warmth in the inner flow.
The wind was blowing more and more, as if it was going to roll the whole building away. The trees in the neighborhood made a piercing sound, and the leaves flew in the air with the wind. The chirping of motorized vehicles echoed outside along with people saying, "Clothes away," over and over again.
The rain finally fell. Raindrops the size of soybeans fell heavily from the sky and hit the windows with a "pop". The even rhythm of the raindrops made my mood finally relax. Yes, why should I get hung up on those few points? Why get caught up in the momentary success or failure? Wouldn't it be better to summarize the lessons learned and try again next time? The rain seemed to fall not outside, but in my heart, washing my heart, the boredom and unhappiness in my heart washed away clean, gone. I felt more comfortable and calm than ever before. The rain, moreover, moisturized my mind and gave me the confidence to face the next test.
The rain gradually stopped. At this time, I was surprised to see a beautiful rainbow, which can not help but remind me of the "sunshine is always after the wind and rain" this sentence. Thanks to the changing scenery outside the window gave me inspiration: as long as the frustration is not defeated, confidence in the face of difficulties, you will be able to achieve the results you want.
Outside the window, the scenery remains the same, still a vivid painting, as if a cup of manna moisturizes my heart.
Every morning push open the window, there is always a burst of cool air. Occasionally glance - downstairs small pool sparkling, fish and ducks have begun the morning fitness, occasionally swept a breeze, ripples will set off a burst of waves decorated the entire pool. Birds sometimes skimming over the water, sometimes dancing on the leaves, and sometimes stopped at the bridge to watch all the beauty. The city is full of high buildings, it is rare to have such a delicate beauty, let a person not pity.
Midday, when the sun shines on the earth, the fish have long swum into the bottom of the pool to cool off, the leaves are also fanning their bodies, the original hot noon, everything around them has become lifeless, the pool is dead, a piece of a piece of bleak stone without a sense of existence in the pool, surrounded by high-rise buildings, the sky of the white clouds are also scorched by the sun has no strength to flutter. And it is these heat-induced lifelessness that emphasizes the liveliness of the leaves - bobbing up and down, twisting from side to side, jumping up and down, self-sufficiently generating a bit of coolness. What a picture of a midday leaf dance.
As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun pours into the small pool. Around the pool, the laughter of the past returns, and children come to spend the last part of the day here*** together. They climbed up and down, feeding the fish, and everything around them seemed to come alive because of the children - the leaves danced with them one by one, and the pool seemed to raise the curtain for the show: the ducks were twisting and turning, jumping from side to side, a comical sight that made the laughter there long-lasting, and it always reached the ears of the people. If it is spring, perhaps you can also play and enjoy, while smelling the aroma of the soil it. A good picture of sunset play.
City, high-rise buildings, traffic. My window, just like a frame, will be this rare picture into the picture, let me take in the bottom. Outside the window of the scene, very different, sometimes when a golden yellow sprinkled to it, my pair of eyes that had been all the prosperity may be blinded, as if I saw an idyllic scene.
Outside the window, the scenery is still ...... amazing to see it.
Essay 6 on the topic of Outside the WindowOn a rainy day in the summer vacation, I was home alone. My mom told me that she had ordered a KFC burger package for me online and agreed to deliver it at twelve thirty. But now it's already twelve forty, and the delivery boy hasn't arrived at my house yet.
After the rumble of thunder, the rain a burst of big over a burst, I guarded in front of the window, some impatient waiting ......
Just when I was downcast ` time, the window accompanied by rain hit the window prongs of the sound of the sound of a burst of brakes, a cloak of ponchos, wearing a red helmet figure, is coming down from a motorized vehicle, and parked the car in my yard. parked it outside in my yard. He turned to the back of the motorized cart, opened the large box on the back, and pulled out the packaged takeout from inside. I rushed out the door with my umbrella to greet him. The delivery boy said with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry! Little brother! I'm a little late!" I took the takeaway which was already wet with rainwater, and replied, "Brother, it's okay, it's raining too much today, so I'm very grateful that you could bring the takeaway to me! Thank you! Do you want to come to my house to shelter from the rain for a while first?" He said, "There are so many orders today, I have to run to several more houses! See you next time!" After that, he got back on the electric car and rushed into the rain once again ......
I turned around and walked into the room with the takeout, eating a hot and delicious burger while thinking: at this time, the little brother must be running between KFC and every customer's home again, right? Whether it's a hot summer day or a cold winter day, they work hard to deliver our takeout regardless of their personal safety, all for the sake of us enjoying our food without leaving our homes. The next time I collect a takeaway, I'll be sure to offer a bottle of iced drink or a cup of hot tea to express my gratitude!
Thinking of this, I hurriedly called my mom, and asked her to make sure to give the little brother a good review, their work is too hard, I want to praise them!
Put down the phone, I looked out the window again, the mood is long difficult to calm ......
to the window as the theme of the essay 7Outside the window lightning and thunder, wind and rain. Today is the third day after my tonsil surgery, my throat is still very sore, I can not eat, even swallowing is very difficult. I can't help but wrap the blanket tightly again and lie helplessly on the bed. It's good that the doctor said I can eat more ice cream. Because of the swelling and pain in my throat, my temper got worse, I didn't want to eat the cold drinks in the supermarket, and only craved the flavor of McDonald's McDonald's McDonald's, so my dad rushed to McDonald's in the pouring rain. I looked out the window, the gusty winds in the tree released in the shaking, the rain like a waterfall pouring on the ground, the road is almost no pedestrians, my heart began to regret ......
I can not help but think of a month ago late one night, out the window is pattering drizzle day, all around the dark, only the shadows of the street lamps dragged a long time. Fat tonsils once again suffocated me from my dreams, I kept coughing, and spit out what I ate on the bed, mom and dad heard the commotion and rushed up to comfort me, changed my dirty clothes, sheets, help me rinse out my mouth, feed me medicine, taking into account that an empty stomach can not take medication, so my mother made a sugar-centered egg and fed it to me to eat down, the sweet taste, and still make me reminisce ... ...
Suddenly, a burst of lightning and thunder outside the window, pulled my thoughts back, the wind whimpered strangely, the rain is still laying down, I think of my father, the heart is more anxious, it has been almost an hour, how is it that my father has not come back? "Daddy, come back soon! I don't want to eat ice cream!" Suddenly, a familiar figure outside the window came into my eyes, it was my dad! But how come he was soaked through, and he was walking with a limp? It turned out that my dad had accidentally fallen on his way back, his raincoat was torn, and the electric car had crushed the backs of his feet, that's why he was in such a mess, but my favorite McWhirl was well protected in his arms. My tears came to my eyes and I rushed up and hugged my dad tightly as if I were hugging the world.
Outside the window, still cold and windy, I ate ice cream with relish, but my heart is warm and sweet.
Essay on Outside the Window 8It was time to do my homework again, and I sat at my desk in front of the window, hopelessly picking up my pen. Although people stay in the house, but the thoughts flew to the window with the eyes.
Under the sun, the flowers and trees swayed with the wind, like dancing a rumba. Under the shade of the trees, a beautiful butterfly is playing under the trees, they sometimes lie on the leaves to listen to the cicadas singing, sometimes dancing, sometimes in the branches and leaves of the tree race to see who is the first to fly to the top of the tree. The squirrels were swinging in the woods, laughing and talking. Every now and then a bird or two fly out of the grass, they play freely, playful. I want to join them! But will mom agree?
Between hesitations, a thought flashed through me I immediately agreed with it, changed my shoes, and tiptoed out of the house.
I came up the hill, the sun was blazing hot and I was ready to go under the shade of the trees in front of me. The grass on the road is particularly deep, a step forward is difficult, I will find a very long stick on the ground, paving the way forward, along the way, coiled in the "gossip" on a variety of spiders scared me scared, mountain mosquitoes continue to hit the body, followed by a burst of flesh was ripped off like pain easily escaped to the tree, I was panting! I stood under the tree, panting. "Swish, swish, swish--" a gust of wind blew, the treetops trembled a few times, at this time, as if there was something hanging down along a silk, "What the hell is it again?" I muttered on the one hand, one side raised his head, fixed his eyes to see, do not look at it does not matter, a bridge can be a big deal, a hairy bugs, at this moment is hanging in front of me, human eyes, bugs eyes, I subconsciously back a little, do not want to just hit the trunk of the tree, so that more bugs hanging down, wriggling, looking at the tree, although some still remain in the tree but on the leaves, has been set up to attack the situation, I was back to escape. I was so scared that I fled back.
Alas!
The sky was gray, the air repeatedly cold, I wrapped my clothes, aimlessly glanced out the window. A figure in the small square attracted my attention.
It turned out to be a beggar, she knelt on the side of the square, in front of the gray canvas on the line tells her misfortune, she hung his head, quietly waiting for others to give alms.
Heh, heh a burst of laughter into my ears, I took a closer look, only to see a little girl wearing a pink coat jumping and jumping toward the beggar grandmother.
Grandma, hello. She said with a smile. The beggar grandmother slowly raised her head and looked at her, and the eyes showed the helplessness of being alone.
The little girl looked at the bony grandmother and took out a bag of delicious, juicy dried meat, carefully tore open the bag and reached out to the grandmother. The grandmother looked, surprised, opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the mouth of the throat as if what blocked, have a mouth to speak, shook her withered tree-like hand.
The little girl put the meat closer, seems to touch the grandmother's mouth. Looking at the little girl's lake-like eyes, how could one resist refusing.
The grandmother took the meat and put it in her mouth and slowly savored it, and the little girl was very happy to see her grandmother's face. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, the warm sunshine shone on the little girl, giving her a layer of golden sand, hands and feet, and sang a cheerful song. Her white and red face showed sweet dimples.
The little girl turned and looked at her mother as she walked by, who smiled and gave her a frequent nod and thumbs up.
The ice in my heart melted, and more warm sunshine shone into my heart, only to feel that a certain empty corner of my heart was filled, and the whole person became very happy.
Yes, isn't she the warmth of the winter sun? I want to be like her to spread love on earth. This ray of sunshine outside the window, I will treasure forever!
I have a big window in my room, and every day I can see the vibrant scene outside the window, and as the seasons change, so does the scenery outside the window. But the house still stands in front of the window; the big tree still stands in front of the window; the sky is still so vast and boundless.
In our house, there is a kitten, which especially likes to sit on the window sill when it first arrives, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside. As time went by, perhaps it got tired of the view outside the window, it moved its turf from the window sill to the door, and as soon as the door was opened it rushed out like an arrow off the string. It feels like it's been cooped up for too long. As for me, I've been gazing at this window for 11 years now, and I would love to be like that kitten, rushing out as soon as the door opens. I once heard a story that the Tang Monk chose a horse from a certain mill to follow him to the West to get scriptures. At that time, the mill also had a donkey, because the donkey thought it was too tired to go to the Western Heaven, so it stayed in the mill in place.
Seventeen years passed, and the horse went from the east to the west and back again. When the horse returned to the mill, it was shocked to find the donkey still circling. He told the donkey how far he had traveled and the new things he had seen, and the donkey was envious. In fact, the donkey and the horse have traveled as long as the road, the horse is to see the outside of the thousands of new things, but the donkey can only through the window, peep outside a corner. In life, many of us like to sit in front of the window to enjoy the outside scenery, not willing to go out to experience the wind and rain, this kind of person is like a frog in the bottom of the well. Some people like to break through the window, bathe in sunshine and rain, and grow strong in the storm. I would like to do the second kind of people, I want to go to a broader sky, broaden their horizons, do a soaring blue sky "eagle"!
In the city, people are always busy with life, busy day and night, busy with different things, only those who are calm and leisurely, to see, experience the life of the ubiquitous scenery in a flavor.
From ancient times to the present, how many people in the world all day for fame and fortune, have no time to care about the beauty of the surrounding landscape, as the "Remember Chengtian Temple Night Journey," said, "but fewer idle people such as my two ears."
In the summer vacation, alone at home, I have finished my homework early, sitting leisurely on the sofa reading books. Unconsciously my eyes shifted to the window. In the yard is growing luxuriant osmanthus tree, every clear early frost, there will always be a few naughty osmanthus baby, riding the breeze, visit in my book page.
People come and go on the road, traffic, sometimes meet a few acquaintances, will be excited, in front of the window to talk for a while. From time to time, the car issued a beeping sound, like a group of symphony orchestra, played a harmonious chapter. My study time is also rich in rhythm and dynamics.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning across the sky, dark clouds quickly occupied the entire sky, huge baby raindrops. In the sky tumbling, many raindrops baby in the window jumping and jumping. When you see their happy smile, you know that they are having a great time.
Time flies, not long, half an hour past the rain is less and less small like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk. If you do not look carefully and then look carefully, you will not find in and you play hide and seek raindrops baby. At this time, a touch of sunlight across the sky, shining in the air mixed with small droplets, a curved rainbow bridge in front of the eyes, colorful, reflective, really is the heart of the place. The time bit by bit from the gap in the flow, from turning the pages of the book disappeared, I was immersed in the sea of books.
When there is no car, where there is no flower, where there is no rain, but fewer people such as my two ears.
To the window as the theme of the essay 12
Outside the window, it is already autumn, autumn rain, autumn wind with fine rain paved window, not long after the rain is getting bigger and bigger, the rain kept hitting the window, over and over again. The new school district has changed, everything seems to be the same, but also seems to be different, in the new school district more of a serenity, less of a hustle and bustle.
Outside the window of the autumn rain pattering, into the sixth grade, we are going to face the first parting, we all work hard for their dreams, sprinting. Remember that day, look out the window, see a strange face, some curious, some guarded, we get along with each other in the past, we grow up together, we hold hands through six years of joyful childhood; remember that day, we put on the bright red scarf, solemn oath, we honored to join the Young Pioneers; remember that day, we stood in the auditorium, to complete the 10-year old growth rite, the face of the face overflowing with childhood Laughter, infused with the joy of growth; remember that day, a group of us lying shoulder to shoulder on the lawn of the playground, looking at the sky pure blue, let the breeze brush across the face ......
"With the Xuan look at the autumn rain, cool into the summer clothes clear", from the window look, a figure, holding a stack of books, holding an umbrella, from far and near. Accompanying our growing teachers, it is the golden key in your hands that opens the heart of our stubborn and ignorant children. You remember the first self-introduction, we such as deer like panic, such as the mosquito like whispering, your mouth with a smile, eyes as warm as the sun to guide us; you remember the snowy morning, you face the bone-chilling wind, to welcome us into the school one by one, for us to bake shoes baked socks; you remember our exams are not ideal, your words of encouragement, comforting eyes......
The rain outside the window gradually stopped, we will sail from here, towards the more beautiful far away.
essay on the subject of outside the window 13Mom again let me write homework at home, I did not have the heart to write, I hope to go downstairs to play. My thoughts flew to the window, which must have been fascinating.
Under the branches of the tree lined up a neat team, the leader is the big chrysanthemum, it is wearing a big yellow cotton jacket, like a big yellow woolen silk ball, but also wearing a green belt. Look, how divine ah! Swimming in the pond, a group of fish, they twisted the rice dance in the joyful play. Some of them rise up in the air, some in the lotus leaves under the cool, and some chasing and playing. On the playground, the little ones in the happy slide, and keep coming from the silver bells like laughter.
Outside the window of the neighborhood leaves are yellow, the wind blew, thousands of small leaves drifted down to the ground. The leaves, be careful, the ground is cold! Children, pay attention to your feet, step on the baby leaves, do not you hear the "creak, creak" cry?
I want to experience the breath of autumn, and dance with the wind ****. I want to become a bird, fly out of the room, stay in the chrysanthemums, bend down to smell its fragrance; I want to become a butterfly, dancing, jumping in the bushes; I want to become an ant, sneak away a piece of withered leaves, as a winter quilt this year ......
Outside the window is a vast, the room is small, I want to go out of the room! To capture the beauty of nature in the fall, the window outside the fall is different. Outside the window, the neighborhood is bustling, ants and squirrels are stocking up on winter food; fruit trees put on new clothes, pomegranate leaks out of the onyx-like seeds, bite, sour and sweet, the whole neighborhood is drenched in a slight fragrance. Osmanthus trees on the golden, silver elf hiding in the leaves under the open mouth spitting fragrance. A breeze blew, the elves jumped in a beautiful dance to the embrace of Mother Earth.
Outside the window, the neighborhood of autumn, you are so charming, let me full of yearning!
The cold end of February, vaguely see the hazy face of spring. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to have to go back to my old school and try to find a way to make it work.
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Stare at the old tree outside the window. It's leaves were fluttering in the fall of that leafy season, swinging, swinging. A gust of wind blew, the leaves of the air turned in a circle, and then lay peacefully on the soil. Only the lingering dead branches to accompany him through the winter. Next year, in the springtime, it will send out new shoots? Or, will it just grow old?
I can't help but think of him in my memory. At that time it was a cold winter, everyone was wearing bloated clothes to ward off the cold, and saw that on the slide over there, a stooped figure stood out. He was wearing a brownish-green cotton jacket, a worn-out hat, and his neck was wrapped tightly in a light gray scarf. Very rustic and old-fashioned. It looked like he had trouble getting around. He hobbled over the barriers. Then laboriously sat down and slid down the slide, awkwardly. I was amused by the antics. But when he stood up and turned his face sideways, I was shocked to realize that it was an old man with gray hair. His deep wrinkles, however, framed a radiant face. I dared not hazard a guess at his age; I was bowled over by his vigor. I dare to assert that he is old enough to have children who are also parents, only to hear the child next to him affectionately call his grandfather. He remembered when he was a child? An aging shell with an ageless heart underneath. I sigh.
Today, at the end of the cold, the breath of spring is everywhere. That old tree, in the vigorous environment, can not wait, grow shoots, continue to grow ......
Essay on the subject of outside the window 15Outside my window, originally a dense small forest, there are three huge pine needle trees, and the rest are mostly small buds, but also scattered with some weeds.
When I was 8 years old, I often and the yard partners to play here, one person to pick up a few small stones, in the head of the "guerrilla warfare", you hit me, I also you one. Play a good time. Sometimes also become hide-and-seek, three or two, a hard to drill, and finally got dusty, remember at that time, I was also pine needles tree leaves to "Za" several times, the pain I jumped up and down, but it is a lot of fun.
Then gradually grew up, here has become a kind of nostalgia, the morning get up to see, a few children playing in the inside, I seem to see the year of their own. Not long after, my attention was attracted to the grandfather planted pomelo tree, every day with Grandpa behind, watching Grandpa watering, fertilizer, day after day, this sapling has grown with me in general high, I am not convinced, I want to race with it, every meal is full, every now and then to run to the measurement, and asked Grandpa I have no high, Grandpa always said with a smile, high, high, high a large section of it, and I'm not sure if I can do anything about it. high, high a big cut it ......"
Another few years, here changed a way, many trees ah, grass ah are removed, of course, there is that small pomelo tree, I every day Wen grandpa: "Where did it go ah? Was it cut down?" In fact, I already knew that the tree had been cut down, but I just couldn't accept it. Now there are only a few pine needles left, and three tables and chairs have been added underneath, the road has been wiped out, and the memories have also been wiped out. But it's convenient for our people, and Xiangtan has become more beautiful.
The years have gone by quickly, and the time has gone by, the grove has formed a piece of memory in my mind, accompanied by my growth, but these memories are also a good memory, recalling my childhood, giving me a soul comfort, so that I can positively face the front.