Grandma loves windows.
I love my grandmother's windows.
When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother, and I remember fondly that my grandmother's house had only a pair of small one-way outwardly open windows, but they were filled with all of my childhood.
Grandma's love of windows is not without reason. Grandma used to say that the wooden frame of the window was made by her grandfather for her, and the wood chosen was good, naturally, she loved it.
In the spring, Grandma's window was red-hot. It is plastered with red festive figurines, which are all cut by the grandmother's hands, and every gesture of the figurines is the result of the grandmother's every night and every day. Grandpa often worried about her: "It's just a window decoration, ask the paper-cutting master to help out a little bit, right?" Grandma just smiled and said, "Do it yourself, after all, it's your own window."
Now I vaguely remember my grandmother in the window decals, is smiling.
By summer, the windows had a new look. After tearing off the windowpane carefully, Grandma would place the leaves with beautiful stripes she saw on her walks lightly on the eaves of the window, and first use a special kind of glue to remove it lightly twice, then quickly wipe it with her hands, and then immediately stick the leaves on the eaves, and a piece of artwork was completed. Grandma chose not only beautiful leaves, but also very thin, thin enough to let the light through, so whenever the poisonous sun shines in, the floor of the house will show a good-looking green, so that people were doubly cool.
In the fall, when the winter is approaching, the grandmother unloaded the green leaves, ready to "keep warm". The so-called warmth is to brush a layer of white potion on the window frame. This kind of white potion is not available in the village, Grandma had to go to the city to buy it herself. Grandma didn't like to bother others, especially her children. After "keeping the window warm", Grandma made up a thin white veil for the window and draped it over the body of the window. When the sunlight crashed into the window, the ground printed a diffuse halo, I loved to jump around in such a halo, Grandma sometimes look at me, sometimes look at the window, the face of a kind and full of happy smile.
Now, we moved into a new house, Grandma ultimately did not want to leave her native land, we rely on her, and she and her window for goodbye.
In front of the cold floor windows.
I always feel that there is something less than before.
Less love. Recall that we grew from those innocent "little bean", into the present flourishing big man, the happy life in elementary school is like a movie in my heart.
Staring at the beautiful, 6 years they deep in my mind lingering. I can't forget that we hold hands together to play "catch", sweet laughter echoed on; I can't forget to hold a reading contest, the sound of reading loudly spread throughout; I can't forget the flea market, buyers and sellers haggle with each other, the sound of the transaction unceasingly; I can't forget that in the gala, the joyful scene when we sing; I can't forget that when someone is injured, we help him, take care of him, and I can't forget that when someone is injured, we help him, we help him, we help him. When someone is injured, we help him, take care of his touching scenes; can not forget in the triathlon, the classes to fight, the courage to win the first bold; can not forget the debate we held, both sides of the war of words, not give way to ...... how many "can not forget" can not be said! Six years of things, how many "can't forget" can't finish our! Here, I want to say to my classmates: "classmates, bless you, our friendship will last forever!"
Six years of dribs and drabs, seem to swing in my mind. The good guidance, classmates' tireless, colorful activities ...... will always be the best memories of elementary school. I hope that everyone in the new collective, in the new school, can be a hundred feet pole, further, with excellent results to return the hard work!
Window as the topic of essay 3"Rumble -" a ray of warm morning light mixed with the noisy train chirping through the window sprinkled into the carriage. I was in a hazy sleep, suddenly felt a strong beam of light over my body, warm. When I opened my eyes, I saw a soft, golden-colored light on the window, which was not blinding. This is the morning light, rarely seen at home, but at this time it is real in front of my eyes, visible, touchable, suddenly, it becomes unreal, as if the next second, it will slip away in general. Just now the brain is still complaining about that dazzling thing, disturbing my rare dream on the train, and now, I am incredibly happy that it disturbed my dream, so that I am fortunate to be able to appreciate its fleeting beauty.
I suddenly jumped out of bed, lying in front of the window looking forward to seeing the sunrise, but I did not expect that the red sun has long been suspended in mid-air, exuding great energy around me, I can not help but be a little discouraged, but the sky that the fiery orb cast a wisp of the gentle morning light and make me heart immense surprise, this is so wonderful than the sunrise that is no better than it has been, ah! Just when I was intoxicated, suddenly a darkness in front of me, after half a day to react - it turned out to be into the cave. At this point, I really hope that the end of this "cave tour", or really want to miss that wonderful scenery!
From the cave out has been a few minutes after the thing, the soft warmth of the sun has disappeared, replaced by the usual strong blinding sunlight, the heart can not help but feel a little lost, but see the scenery out of the window, and can not help but brighten up!
Outside the window, the mountains are rolling, the golden sunshine cover in the above as if gilded with gold, more seemingly overbearing, the atmosphere is majestic. That mountain growing a green as the mountain cloaked in a green veil, adding a more dignified and dignified. I saw a lot of mountains on TV, Mount Lushan, Mount Yue, Emei Mountain ...... they have their own characteristics, such as Mount Lushan's beautiful, Mount Yue's lofty, Emei Mountain's steep, but they are not as good as this window outside the mountain general natural and mysterious, as if it is nature's most authentic product, not versed in the world, quietly lying there, quietly watching the changes in the world! The first thing that you need to do is to get a good understanding of the world, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works, and the way in which it works. The lake-like scene seems to be calm, but it struck the deepest chord in my heart. Fields of yellow and green, a few plainly dressed old people standing on the stalks, constantly busy, the houses behind them have a very rural atmosphere, the fence is also raising a lot of poultry. Accompanied by the noisy sound of the train passing in front of them, they did not stop the hands of agricultural work, continue to work. What a harmonious picture, man and nature combined properly, even behind them rolling hills also into it, at this moment, I can not hear anything, the heart also seems to be with their quiet life with the quiet down, this is what I have been looking forward to life ah! In the natural surroundings, self-sufficiency, self-indulgence, carefree, although not isolated from the world, but also "without the noise of cars and horses", what a beautiful life! I can not help but sigh: "What is the silent life."
The train is still moving forward, the scenery is also like a white horse like a gap in time, do not pity the scenery just now, because I know that there are still more beautiful scenery outside the train window waiting for me to appreciate, but found its beauty.
The scenery outside the train, make me infinite reverie ......
window as the topic of essay 4When the sky full of stars blinking happily, my day's fatigue disappeared. Lying in bed. I gazed at the stars outside the window, guessing whether there was life on them, whether mysterious UFOs would appear in front of my eyes, or take me to roam the vast universe, or travel to them - no, the stars should be as told in the fairy tale, they are a group of small elves that can talk, sing and dance, and it is not possible to say that they will one day They are a bunch of talking, singing and dancing fairies, and they may come down and decorate my crib one day...
Every time the moon was full, the jade disk met me at the window, and she told me shyly that she would come back again soon. So quietly, she left, leaving a brilliant, silver moonlight spread all over my window, spread all over my body, the window and the bed are stained with the color of the moon, I call them "moon window" and "moon bed". Sometimes, the moon's inner area attracted the wailing of the furs, which seemed to cry out that the moon would be missing and the people would be separated. I couldn't help but tighten the quilt because the sound of its cry made my heart tremble. However, when it quietly broke into my fierce that night and affectionately played with me, I on the contrary found it very cute, and its cry seemed to have become a greeting to me.
The night is deeper, I also have long been unconsciously into the night, and the surrounding into one.
Window as the topic of essay 5
Outside the window the `morning is quiet. There is no sound at all, there is not a single figure on the street, like a deserted island without people, in fact, people are in the house in bed to sleep!
The morning outside the window was busy. The sun has risen from the east, adults are busy going to work, the children are going to school. Children walk into the campus with their colorful schoolbags on their backs and flood into the classrooms.
The morning outside the window was bustling. The sound of vehicles coming and going kept echoing in people's ears. Instead of going to work, some adults were watching TV at home or going to the grocery store to buy food, and in the meantime, going to the flower store to buy some beautiful flowers to bring home.
I love the morning outside the window.
Window as a topic essay 6
Winter is coming, and once again I look forward to the sky bleached white, the ground snow white;
Winter is coming, and once again I open my heart to breathe in that hint of coolness;
Winter is coming, and once again I will be writing my thoughts in a place where no one knows me.
Outside the window, the cold wind, a small snow days, accompanied by us is still the cold wind of the north, the leaves on the trees in the city seems to be slowly yellow, but also slowly began to fall. Because of the winter footsteps stay, the ground leaves are much more than usual.
Every morning, get up, through the window, always want to surprise to see the outside white, pine trees also put on a thick white coat, out of the coat, that a root, a needle on the hand also put on a thick glove, but every morning of the expectation, are changed into the vision of the gray sky. Suddenly realized that the environment, greenhouse gases, the ozone layer, a coherent several words, which y felt that the winter has not been the kind of childhood to enjoy the feeling of flying snow, but also did not meet the winter often fluttering snowflakes, accompanied by us through the winter again and again is the morning curtain cold, the midday warmth of the sun.
At the moment, my vision is still stuck on the pine trees outside the window. Pine trees are very common in the north, especially in the concrete city, planting is very common, people always like to make him seem to feel the spring color forever, but also the most green and sunny side of the display in our vision. Perhaps when we often see a long white snow, the most eager to see is the green of the pine tree. Not only because it is not afraid of the frost, still vibrant, standing proudly; character is strong and unyielding, the cold can not freeze it; although there is no graceful charm, but integrity, simplicity, strength to give people a kind of power. Of course, this allegory from the political scientist Tao cast about the description of the pine, that era, people's ideological awareness is very high, write the article is also exciting, especially powerful, the article is more rich in ideas and motivation, that is because they have a belief, and I feel that we are most lack of faith is the faith. Maybe that kind of faith as the root of the pine number, ten thousand feet on the cliff, the root of a hundred feet deep.
No snowflake winter, not winter, I hope that one day she can slowly drift down in the palm of my hand, I hope that one day, get up early in the morning, outside the house is a white field. At that time, we do not feel cold, there is snow to have the feeling of the four seasons, there is snow is considered the north, will also hear more children playing snow laughter, will also see more parents with children to see: that is snow.
window as the topic of essay 7Look out the window, in the high floor, the anemone is still swaying in the cold wind, using the last life to bloom infinite glory ......
I have long since forgotten when I planted the seeds, perhaps at that time, just to cope with that science homework. I only remember that I took very good care of it and found a good place for it - under the 100-meter-high apartment across the street, at the corner of the steps, a sunny place with neither wind nor rain.
I watered it every day and loosened the soil, but from the beginning to the end of the summer vacation, it didn't grow half an inch. I want to know why, laboriously planed out, it actually and planted when the same touch! It just seemed to have a much bloated skin from constant watering. I was frustrated, chagrined, and for a summer vacation it hadn't changed a thing! I angrily threw the seed in the trash, like a piece of trash. But it was actually ejected and rolled to the side of the trash can, by the foot of that trash can, where the sun was beating down.
I had no time to care whether it lived or died, so I hurried to the market to buy a blooming anemone to cope with the errand, the dainty petals, the branches and leaves entwined in a bewitching pose, but I was afraid that if I was not careful, the wind would uproot it.
A year, right, in this summer vacation, when I walked across this land in order to prepare for the beginning of the school sports test, I ran around the entire neighborhood passed this high-rise, I threw the drink bottle to the trash can in a beautiful curve, unexpectedly, the bottle touched the edge of the garbage can wall was knocked away. Not too far off, right on a flower. I don't know anything about the world of flowers, and I can't pinpoint their names, but I know this flower, this is an anemone, because it looks exactly like the anemone I bought, and it has delicate petals, but the petals are such a spirited and unassuming red!
I was stunned, in the heat of the summer, it bloomed in the most reddish splendor, like a fire rouge rendered open with a brush. It was solitary, for not an inch of grass grew in all directions of it! Dry cracked land, even earthworms, even ants do not want to stay a little longer. But it is like a cactus in the desert, although the body does not carry thorns, but the heart is like full of needles like that strong. It seems to be mocking and laughing at the sky, which is so sad!
The water it survives in is the water overflowing from the sewers, and may even be the dirty water left behind from the residual kernels of fruits and vegetables in the garbage cans. Perhaps, it is in the eyes of ordinary people is just an ordinary just flourishing flowers. But only I know understand how much it is through the wind and rain. How to experience Hangzhou dry and cold winter; it is experienced how lonely, empty and cold winter, only to lead to a new spring!
My heart is swirling with a kind of unnamable moving, a kind of forcing the nose sour, the heart of the feeling of boredom.
Summer vacation, I went out of town. When I came back, it was autumn, and the flowers outside the window seemed to wither, baked by the scorching sun, even the petals also rolled up the side, its color is much darker, like the aged old woman as deep, the leaves are also naturally no longer tender and green ......
I know that it is no longer a long time, perhaps, just a practice wind, a rain, a burst of Snow, enough to take away all of it in the world, and I have less and less time with it ......
Outside the window, the flower swayed in the autumn wind, like a trembling old man, I was afraid that it would be folded waist. And those petals have become dark red, like a thin single coat draped over her body, it is how heartbreaking, but so strong, it is using the last life to write the only sentence in its life, and then silently waiting for death to come, in the coming winter, it will always leave us ...... ......
Window as a topic essay 8It is spring again, the window can grow open. Spring comes in through the window, and people can't sit still in the house, so they go out through the door. But spring outside the house is so cheap! Everywhere is the sun, unlike the bright shot through the deep shade of the house; everywhere is the sun to the lazy wind, unlike the stirring of the dull house as angry. It is the birdsong, too, seems trivial and thin, and needs the silence of the house to set it off. We thus understand that spring is to be seen in the window, as if the painting was framed.
At the same time, we came to realize that doors and windows have different meanings. Of course, doors are made to let people out and in. However, windows are sometimes used for entrance and exit, for example, thieves or lovers in novels like to climb the window. So the difference between a window and a door is not only whether someone comes in or goes out. According to the view of the spring, we might as well say: with the door, we can go out; with the window, we can not have to go out. Windows open up the word and the human divide, the wind and the sun to tease in, is the house is also closed a part of the spring, let us sit down to enjoy, no need to go outside to find. Ancient poets like Tao Yuanming for the window of this spirit, very good at heart.
Returning home has two lines: "Leaning on the south window to send pride, reviewing the knee's easy to rest." It is not the same as saying that as long as there is a window to look out of, it is a small house can also live? He also said: "summer months of leisure, high lying under the north window, the wind to, since the Xihuang people." Meaning that as long as the window wind, the small house can become the world of bliss; although he is a Chaisang people, near the Lu Mountain, there is no need to go up to avoid the summer heat. Therefore, the door allows us to pursue, indicating desire, the window allows us to occupy, indicating enjoyment. This distinction is not only the opinion of those who live in the house, but is sometimes used for those outside the house.
Window as the topic of essay 9The vision becomes slightly blurred, the eyes swell, and the afternoon nestled in the air-conditioned room makes one drowsy. Lift your hand to turn off the twenty-six degree cooler, stand in front of the window, push open the glass, and look at the cluster of green from a distance. At this time it has rained, the air is very fresh, just like, the feeling outside the window.
A quarter of an hour's drive from home to school, through the vast fields, few people in the car window, sitting scattered, out of the car window, sky-high trees and just buds of the seedlings, the natural atmosphere wrapped between heaven and earth. The body tilts slightly to the right, inside the window, outside the window, blending into one. Seeing the raw branches of the trees hit the glass, seeing the figure carrying the medicine box in the distance, seeing the distant blue sky become so close. And if by chance, meet the fat sheep. The simple shepherd waved the whip, so, and saw a sheep around the car, one after another and walk ...... a quarter of an hour later, back to the dusty place, all the way to the idyllic scenery is indeed more flavorful than these.
With the table discussed, I always sit by the window. The location of the window, just a small piece of blue sky, a lush unknown tree, with unknown flowers, bearing unknown fruits. The first rays of the morning sun came in from here, and the tables in front and behind repeatedly complained about the scorching sun burning such a harsh, burning sun. I, on the other hand, didn't want to close the windows plastered with shades. Basking in the first rays of the sun is not lucky, or what.
Lying on the table at noon to take a nap, the breeze across the cheeks, feel the fluttering of hair, sweeping itchy. Still do not bother about it. Outside the window, is pleasurable, crisp birdsong echoing in the ears, the sky, floating a cloud, under the leaf sunlight seeping in, warm, eyes have never been so clear. Outside the window, is it a painting or a poem?
I am such a weirdo.
The hot July came to the bustling metropolis, without the home of the idyllic, not to mention the scenery of the Jiangnan water town Yan Yan. The high buildings, heavy traffic, dizzying. Fortunately, there is a house facing south, not a high floor, down, climbed with fresh green, precipitation of the green arc corridor. Outside the window, there is still into the picture of some scenery.
I would have thought that the fast-paced city life, there will only be the sound of wheels and ground friction, the sound of the heel of the shoe and the ground friction, the sound of the music of the park square dance. Turns out, I was misreading it. Early in the morning at eight o'clock when a beam of light just fell to the window, across the street, upstairs surprisingly there is the sound of the piano. That's the piano, light scales, that's the piccolo, walking in the forest of the profound, that's the symphony orchestra's strange instrument, elegant "Swan Lake", the sky, is not a woman in the ballet. It's the hard-working little piano boy with a dream. It's the old man accumulating a lifetime. It is the middle-aged musician who finds himself in the accompaniment. The sound of the piano outside the window, I thank you.
That little place, touched my vision, as well as hearing, outside the window, I have my own scenery alone.
The window as the topic of the essay 10
Walked through the wind, walked through the rain, walked through the Brahmsian years, walked through the window of the days that go by.
A long, long line was drawn up in front of the window of the swimming pool to buy tickets. I squeezed between the lines and waited anxiously for my uncle's arrival. The uncle answered a phone call and said he was going out for a while, and this time ten minutes went by.
Uncle how has not come?
The queue to buy tickets was lined up crookedly, and many people crowded around the window in a chaotic manner, arguing with the conductor about something. It was the height of summer, and the sun overhead, like a blown-up ball of fire, hung hot and poisonous above their heads, seeming to roast the tops of everyone's heads out of the fire, so that they, too, turned into a small ball of fire.
The group in front of the window finally dispersed, presumably a family. The group moved forward a small step.
Why isn't Uncle coming!
There was a sweaty, sour smell in the air that choked into one's nostrils and was almost suffocating. The beach next to the swimming pool on the growth of a few lifeless small trees, listless drooping head, wilting, such as by a grumpy father taught a hard lesson of the child.
At last the pace of the procession quickened.
But where was the uncle?
The ticket window was not far away!
I watched in amazement at the people outside the window and the people inside it, as things were passed in and out of their hands. I lowered my head and looked at the banknotes that my uncle had shoved into my hand on his way out. The banknotes had been pinched to the point where they became unrecognizable, and what had been brand-new bills had been wrinkled like the skin of a hundred-year-old man. Coupled with the moisture of sweat, it has become a bit sticky. It is estimated that no one will recognize it as a hundred dollar bill even if it falls on the ground.
"Hey, it's your turn!" Suddenly a very thick female voice shoved into my ears, startling me. I didn't realize I'd made it to the window in line so quickly.
"I, I ......" I was momentarily speechless and actually didn't know what to say.
"You what you, buy a ticket ah!" She was very dissatisfied in the window. I felt the contempt, subconsciously reached over, against the "bloody" paper ball.
"Two adult tickets." I said carefully.
The window took my ball of paper, and I distinctly heard a soft "hum" from her nose.
"Here!" The two swimming tickets were practically flung from within the window, and one was nearly thrown to the ground outside the window.
I turned red, picked up the two swim tickets, and suddenly, out of nowhere, shouted inside the window,
"Give me change!"
The conductor in the window was probably startled by me, and I guess she didn't realize that it was her arrogance that had enraged me. I snatched up the 30 yuan in change she handed me, shrugged my back shoulder bag, and left the rude ticket window.
I clutched my ticket tightly and breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the long line and the crowds of people still streaming to the window.
Walking through the storm, walking through the window, walking towards my growing self.