If the world is a cabin, then love is a window in the cabin; if the world is a ship, then love is a beacon on the vast sea. The following is the excellent composition of skylight that I helped you organize for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Excellent composition of skylights 1
How boring skylights are in the eyes of adults. And the skylight under Mao Dun's pen is so magical and interesting. You can see the feet of rain jumping in the rain, and it can also be used to observe lightning ... How interesting! Facing the skylight, you can also imagine and let you enter an unreal world from the real world. You can think of the moon as a beautiful princess, and the shadow that passes by as an ugly witch ... In this world, you can freely conceive and evaporate in the unimaginable.
With the progress of the times, there are few skylights. After reading "Skylight" written by Mao Dun, I can't help but hope that there is a skylight in my room, so that when I can't sleep at night, I can have a look at the bright moon and have a whisper with it. You can also recall the beautiful memories lost because of going to school. If it were me, I would think about the happy time when I skated with my friends in Nanping. The joy of spending the Spring Festival in Nanping .................. < P > Nowadays, students are simply surrounded by exams and covered by exercises. Their imaginary skylight has been closed forever by the ruthless exams and exercises. In fact, everyone has a blank skylight in their hearts, but you didn't create it. If there were no skylights, where would there be trains and televisions in the world? It is conceivable that the skylight is so important! Skylight is actually a blank sheet of paper. Only imagination can make it glow and become beautiful and colorful, isn't it?
To this end, I want to say to my parents now: "Please don't close the skylight in the children's hearts! Without the skylight, learning is just a learning machine, no matter how good it is! " Late at night, I was lying in bed with big round eyes looking out of the sky window, the stars were waving to me, the moon was telling me stories, and the nightingale sang beautiful songs. Even in the dark, the world is so cheerful.
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When I looked up, I saw some shadows that suddenly appeared and actually disappeared. Perhaps it was an owl that revealed cleverness in its appearance, or perhaps it was a bat that inspired people to create radar. At this time, the black face was untied, and fireflies shone their lanterns on the black shadow. Ah! That's the majestic nighthawk! The nightingale sang a song for it, the bat gave it food, and the firefly shone for it. It's so lively in the sky!
at dusk, the wind sent me back to the house. Creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak. Day after day, I never see that strange wind again. Since then, the small skylight can no longer be opened, and I can no longer fly out. So, when the night comes, the small skylight has become my only comfort! Skylight Excellent Composition 3
After school, I walked alone on the path home, and the surrounding houses were scattered and dilapidated. Some lack doors, some even lack half walls, and some have a hole in the roof. At this time, a skylight with only half a glass attracted me. I watched it and couldn't help thinking of the old house.
My old house also has two skylights.
in the morning, when I open my dim eyes, the first thing I see is the skylight on the roof. It is embedded in the roof like two gems. Yes, it is the skylight. The sun shines in warmly, and the skylight is like a magician, turning the sun into a strange shadow. Look! Some are like monsters, striding towards you; Some are like tigers, bared their teeth and claws, so powerful; Others roll on the ground like a little person, very cute.
At noon, Father Sun can't wait to give people the warmest hug and send warmth to the corner of the room without stint. At this time, the light beam projected from the skylight became clearer. We cut off the light beam by hand and competed who cut it quickly and cut it to pieces. The light beam will never stop cutting. As soon as your hand is removed, the light beam will heal again, so it takes us more than half an hour to play. We stand in the light beam again, let the light beam project on ourselves, and turn ourselves into a small colored person. We can compete whose shadow is long and whose shadow is beautiful. Sometimes we can play for a long time when we step on the shadow. At this time, the skylight became a bystander, quietly watching, lazily lying on it in the sun, letting us play in front of it.
When evening comes, the skylight becomes active again. Sister Moon came out, and the bright moonlight slowly formed a strange scene through the skylight. We children lay in bed staring at the skylight, and all kinds of strange things came to our minds. Will the Monkey King run through the skylight? Will monsters spy on us from the skylight? Ideas come from skylights. When I was a child, I always wanted to be an astronaut and fly out of the earth to travel in beautiful space. I dreamed that I flew out of the earth through the skylight in a spaceship and saw the passionate Star, the dry and cold Mercury and the chubby Saturn.
in this way, I even have a skylight in my dream, and the skylight has good memories of my childhood. Skylight Excellent Composition 4
There is always a glass plate on the roof of a country house, which is called "skylight". But cities without skylights also have skylights.
In most cars, there is a small window, also called "skylight". This skylight can see the blue sky, green willows and pine cones falling from the trees. That is, it gives people who travel long distances double comfort. Its function is no less than the windows on both sides. Other cars don't even have a roof. You can see everything around you clearly, but this kind of car is very expensive.
although there is no skylight in our house, we have windows. The ancient people who invented this window should be thanked, otherwise, what fun can the children in the "cage" have?
Through this window, you can clearly see a few birds singing on the willow tree, rows of tall buildings outside, and another person drinking tea in the park, all of which are unobstructed for you. When you study, you can get twice the motivation just by looking at the window.
anyway, the skylight of the soul is the most important thing. Let's open it and live happily! Skylight Excellent Composition 5
In the case of heavy wind and rain, or in the winter when the north wind is howling, the wooden window has to be closed, and the room is as dark as a hole in the ground.
So the countryman opened a small square hole in the house and installed a glass, which was called a skylight.
When summer showers come, children like to run and jump in the rain and look up at the lightning. However, the adults refused, "Come inside!
"The children were locked in a hole-like room with the wooden window closed. At this time, the small skylight is the only comfort.
From that small glass, you will see the feet of rain jumping on the ground, and you will see a glimpse of lightning like a belt; You can imagine how the rain, the wind and the thunder swept through the world. You can imagine that their power is ten times and one hundred times greater than what you really feel in the open air. A small skylight will sharpen your imagination.
At night, when you are forced to go to bed to "rest", maybe you can't forget the grass and the beach in the moonlight. You secretly stick your head out of your tent and lift your face. At this time, the small skylight is your only comfort.
You will think of countless twinkling and lovely stars and countless fantastic clouds like mountains and giants from a star and a cloud on that small glass; You will imagine from a black shadow passing over the small glass that it may be a black bat, a singing nightingale or a bully-like owl-in short, everything in the beautiful and magical night world will unfold in your imagination at once.
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your little blank is magical!
it will make you see the secrets of the universe that you would not remember without it, and it will remind you of events that you would never associate without it.
The adults who invented this skylight deserve thanks. Because lively and thinking children will know how to see "existence" from "nothing" and "reality" from "emptiness", which is more real, broader, more complicated and more sure than letting him see it! Skylight Excellent Composition 6
I have seen the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset in the long river, the cold mountains and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wonderful pen of Danqing, and the spring breeze is ten miles. I pushed open the skylight and got a glimpse of Man Tingfang's shining in the sky.
what's so elegant about me? What I can't admire in my heart is the flourishing Tang Dynasty with lanterns like the sun, the Luoyang in Chang 'an that my affectionate children can't see, and the lonely soul floating and sinking in the Miluo River. Thousands of years have passed, and the fish in the river can't swallow your pride.
when I opened the skylight, I saw the young man's spirit and anger. I saw the violet lay drunk and said, "The son of heaven didn't get on the boat when he called, claiming that he was a wine fairy." I saw Liu Sanbian's official career ups and downs, dressed in white and cut. He sighed: "I put up with floating names and changed them to shallow singing." I saw Zhu Houzhao's debauchery, teasing Gan Kun, saying, "I personally beheaded Lu in the Yuhe River.". I saw Qu Yuan's magnificent song Li Sao, "Mourning the hardships of the people's lives", telling all his heartfelt feelings. I also saw Du Shaoling's "tears all over his clothes" when he heard that loyalists had recovered Henan and Hebei. I saw the Anshi Rebellion, and my wife was separated. I saw that colorful plumage replaced yushu backyard flower, and the old Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan ended up in people's homes. I saw that Fei Ge Liu Dan was wrongly paid in a drunken fan, and the legacy of the previous dynasty was covered with gilded grains. There are too many ups and downs in history.
you can't enjoy all the flowers, but wine sends the dust. With the cold wind in the sky, I can't see clearly what she has suffered. Pushing open the skylight, I can only see the vague face in the long river of ups and downs in history, whether wild or sad, or drunk or clear, all of which are her children and her blood. I can't stop thinking about Changfeng. It was the day when the Arabian Nights broke, and the smoke was burning. It was the party that started the war, and the ship was full of heroic souls and sank to the bottom of the sea. It was the thunder and cannon, the glazed tiles were broken, and the country was wide open. When I opened the skylight, I saw the young students in the eighth year of the Republic of China, blue and upright, full of anger and shouting, "It's better to be a broken jade than a full tile."
I saw that the other side of the strait was sad and desolate, and the blood of the soldiers and civilians could not penetrate the mountains and rivers, and the sorrow could not spread back to my hometown. I also saw that the song "Qinhuai Scene" that lingered for half of the south of the Yangtze River broke the strings of the pipa, and the children's eyes were hidden in the ruins and remains all over the ground, and the smoke that could not be dispersed was caged over Nanjing City. I was also fortunate to see the thin gentleman in a black jacket, pointing coldly at thousands of people, "May young students get rid of air conditioning", and seeing Zhu Ziqing covered in character, "Don't bend over for five buckets of rice". The powder outside the sky window fell in front of us, and the sky light sent blood-red stationery, saying "to those fourteen years."
Changfeng is inexhaustible, and frost and snow bury beacon smoke. The dark miner's lamp has been trembling for hundreds of years, and disasters, such as flying snow at the head of Changbai Mountain, have not diminished all year round. I followed in her footsteps, and every step was bloody. But she still has a pure heart, like a cool breeze and a bright moon, like a cold plum and a proud snow. The skylight lost its look, and the window was tightly closed.
Castle Peak can't hide itself. What I miss is that she finally has the right to speak, that she will take her children home whenever and wherever she wants, and that she will stand in the world again and never retreat.
I opened the dusty skylight again. I saw that when Libya evacuated overseas Chinese, passenger planes, cruise ships and cargo ships went hand in hand by land, sea and air to take back their compatriots. I saw the Tianjin dock crash, and all localities supported me. I saw a wave of nostalgia, and raised a glass with history. Here's a toast to the ancient Chinese style, to the gentleness, courtesy and frugality that will last forever, to the half-prosperous Tang Dynasty that was achieved when the embroidered mouth was spit out, and to the humble bones flowing through the river.
These old and heavy memories are treasures worthy of eternal circulation. Although it is covered with several cups of loess, it is still a mound full of flowers, and it is still the vigorous blood flowing eastward under the green hills. It is so alive and warm, and it has swept through the yellow grass roots under the rut, nurtured the lonely geese and finally merged into the trunk of the nation.
My motherland, which has experienced wind, frost, rain, snow and foreign guns and shells, has finally bathed in the sky.
my motherland! I opened the skylight, and I saw you for a thousand years, vicissitudes of life for a hundred years, and you went from broken mountains and rivers to clear rivers and seas. I wish you all the darkness and a long bath in the sky. 7
Love in this world, everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless, and will not disappear with the passage of time ... That evening, I suddenly had a high fever, my father was out on a business trip, and my mother only put on a coat and rushed me to the hospital. "Ah!" Aunt nurse looked at the number pointed by the pointer-39 degrees, and quickly injected me with a potion-and gave me an injection. I endured the pain, but I did feel much better. My mother held me in her left hand and held a pole with a bottle hanging in her right hand, and struggled back to the car. Because the nurse repeatedly told her mother that if there was not enough ice, she had to cool down, so her mother had to open the only vent (the doors and windows were already closed)-the skylight.
My mother stood by me like this, and the cool wind outside the sky window kept coming, which made me tremble with cold. She gritted her teeth and remained calm, unwilling to show any weakness in front of me. At that moment, I saw it, I heard it, and I felt that maternal love is so great!
the wind, invisible and colorless, is blowing wantonly. In the face of the biting cold wind, my mother's legs suddenly curled up, and then they were put down ... And I am also a soldier of Pig Bajie-there is nothing I can do!
in this way, a bottle of medicine was hung up. Looking vaguely at my mother's distant back, my heart is very unpleasant. Looking at the back of my mother's departure, I suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's famous work "The Back". Listening to the moving music in MP3, I can't help but burst into tears ... maternal love is so great, but I don't know if I am blessed!
The medicine drops into my body, and my love for my mother is just like Jeff Chang Shin-Che's Love Like Tide! My family's love for me has already planted seeds and taken root in my young mind!
maternal love, which can turn into a lamp that will never go out when I am dark; Motherly love can also show me the way when I am at a loss ... In short, maternal love is great! Excellent composition of skylight 8
I have been doing my homework at home the other day, and I am very stuffy. Suddenly it rained heavily, and the sky was dark as black paint. I stared at the small print on the examination paper in my hand: from that small glass, you will see the rain feet jumping there, and you will